Crashing waters at creation,
ordered by the Spirit’s breath,
first to witness day’s beginning
from the brightness of night’s death.
Parting water stood and trembled
as the captives passed on through,
washing off the chains of bondage,
channel to a life made new.
Cleansing water once at Jordan
closed around the One foretold,
opened to reveal the glory
ever new and ever old.
Living water, never ending,
quench the thirst and flood the soul.
Wellspring, source of life eternal,
drench our dryness, make us whole. – Sylvia Dunstan