The Water Poem by Christan Bowen

Could you make a cup with your hands
And bring me water
I need to know
I need to see the truth
Could you understand
that a man has a battle
And I am wounded
In my saddle

I need to see your eyes
Are surprised and golden
And to the good cause
You are beholden
To bow, to kneel
To the valuable seal
I need to know you will

Will you heal me
Use your hands
Could you talk to me
I don't understand
The plan

Could you be present
And aware
As I stumble and stare
Could you understand
The obligations to your fellow man
Could you bring me water
Making a cup with your hands