The sound of the running water,
falling on cascades,
breathing a life
through its sounds-
Music to the ears
of the one searching
for peace and comfort
on hand.
Water, crystal clear,
pure, clean and simple -
running, falling, reverberating
on the stone layers.
Out of the stone layers
breaks forth a green plant,
a symbol of life,
claiming its place
among the hard and solid rocks,
finding life`s fragility
and purpose of springing
in spite of the rocks'
toughness and rigidity.
In the running water,
I see Jesus the symbol of life -
sustaining, reverberating
upholding the fragile life
in a plant and mine.
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Jesus, the living water,
the running, cascading music
reverberating, calling for us
never to give up living.
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