Poem 119: The Living Waters Poem by Samer Madbak

Fountain of living waters
We have forsaken thee
Behold!
Your sons and daughters
Chose to hew
Vessels of laxity
That cannot hold
Your holy dew,
O Fount, reclaim us now
Endow
To us your genial soul,
Sprinkle our hearts with waters of your well
O lucid source
Render us cisterns whole
Dilate us, let us swell
And overflow amain…
We take our course
Obtrude
Upon the sea;
The tide of stagnancy
Shall live again
And all Creation
All shall be renewed,
Our banks will ever be
Places of sweet resort
The many fish will sport
All kinds of vegetation
Shall spring alive
Shall thrive
Upon our silt
All trees shall sprout
With robust roots
The leaves shall never wilt
The fruits
Shall not die out!
Oh! Let us overpour
Westwards and East
And South and North
Let us gust forth
Into the vales, between the hills
Give drink to every beast
For evermore!
The birds of air shall house
Upon the boughs
And sing their trills
To laud the splendor
Of the Mustard Tree
The grandeur
Of eternity…


Kaslik
September 28th 1996