Driven to High Ground

Like love,
Like war,
Water surges
Where it is pushed,
And runs helplessly
Toward
The crevices
That welcome it.

This reminds us
That the Creation
Was an act
Of unfathomable
Destruction

And that each act
Of destruction
Closes a curtain on this
Tattered stage

When the waters recede,
That curtain parts,
Slowly,
To reveal
New wonders,
Hidden miracles
Wrapped in
Bottomless grief:

Beginnings.

May the
Maker of Water
Raise up
Onto the shoals of mercy
Those hearts
That have been submerged,

And soon part
The curtain
To reveal
That all,
Even now,
Is emerging,
Tender,
Hopeful:
Alive.

--Mr. Gobley