Carved in Stone
28
The man who cannot cry
is dry indeed,
his inner space
a wasteland without rain.
Who can now walk forty days
in a desert wilderness,
without water?
Where is that crystal fountain,
with its healing streams
flowing from the rock,
its waters flowing through us,
bringing us tears of sorrow
and tears of joy.
Water and words –
they drift through me
and shadowed waves move,
shifting shape in the changing light.
29
A rising moon,
shimmers over the bay.
It reveals the path
that leads me back
to my primal waters.
Oh, salt flow of tears,
salty the waters
of the baptismal font
washing away all stain of sin.
Immersion in water,
a new start, a new life,
and all the soul-sweet eternities
of water and the word.
Commentary:
Water – such an important commodity, and filled with so much symbolism, religious and otherwise. And our bodies, on average, are composed of 60% water. We can survive for three days without water, if we are lucky. How precious it is. How much we depend on it.
The Bay of Santander, so beautiful beneath the moon. And I remember the full moon’s circle touching a rocky triangle as it rose above Peña Cabarga. Oh, the night life of the fish as they rose in the bay and basked in the moonlight. How often was I tempted to walk out along that moon path and walk the waves to Somo and Pedreña on the far side of the bay.
Immersion in water, a new start, a new life, and all the soul-sweet eternities of water and the word. Total immersion, then, not just in languages, but also in water. Where would we be without those life-long commitments, not to mention the crystal fountain whence the healing streams do flow?
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