Living Water Poem by Mark Heathcote

At any moment of one's death
there can only be life.
Shadows require substance
flesh exists in nothingness
made of water, it evaporates.

Even though it is colourless
and keeps its sluggishness
in all disguises, it assimilates
it brings forth new life
closely followed by death is (living water) .

At any moment of one's death
there can only be a life's renewal
new life (living water)
moving and lifting, shifting a-new-pail-of (water) .