I Am His Water

I Am His Water

by Debbi Pearl

I am his water;

He gazes at me as I ripple over the rocks,

The sun glistening in a thousand places over my surface.

I dance and play,

Delighting him day after day;

So beautiful I hear him say;

I am his water, lovely and laughing.

He thirsts for me

Like a man in a burning desert,

Hot dry sand burning his throat,

The scorching sun beating upon him.

He seeks me.

I am his deep well filled with fresh, clean, abundant water;

Always there, waiting to quench his thirst; 

I am his water, fresh, clean abundant.

He looks for peace;

His soul grows troubled.

Rumors abound, he struggles;

He comes to me;

He lies in the soft green carpet of my banks;

I am the deep, still water.

Although he does not touch me, I give him rest.

Solace.

I am his water, deep, still; I bring peace.

He has forgotten who he is;

He searches for reality, to reclaim his

personhood.

He stumbles and falls on his knees beside me;

He stares into my depths, searching for truth.

I lie still and reflect the man he is, good, strong, true;

He sees and is reassured.

I am his water, reflecting, reassuring, 

Reminding him of who and what he is.

He has learned to trust me;

I have earned his trust.

I have danced and laughed for him.

In the bright sunshine he thought me beautiful.

I have been clean, fresh, and abundant water;

I have yearned always to quench his thirst;

Waters, abundant water.

I have been quiet and deep; 

I have soothed his troubled soul; 

He has found rest beside me.

When he peered into my depths, searching,

I reflected back to him strength and honor.

He had no fear with me;

He was safe being that man he was created to be. 

Now he plunges into my cool, deep water;

I hear him laugh as he surfaces; I feel his

muscles relax;

I see him find glory and honor-

Other men marvel.

I am. . . .his water.