05 August 2017

The Holy Water Cycle*






In code, we call our planet earth.
Indeed, that’s what I stand upon
and keep sight of, even when
in water.  I who seek the shore
for solace forget we could call
our home ocean, the larger part,
which overwhelms and mystifies.
Is gravity enough to keep
water in place? I wonder, then
marvel at the water cycle
and its sun-driven processes*
in words that roll off of my tongue:  
From any reservoir, water
evaporates and condenses
precipitatesinfiltrates,
runs off surfaces and gathers
again, molecules waving to
each other and bringing their trash
with them, baggage renewed each day.

Our bodies are also water
reservoirs, yet we focus on
the solid parts and overlook
our correspondence with the earth,
code name of our planet home.
Each minute we undergo it.
The water cycle. I want to
sound those two words as holy.  As
they are: Water Cycle.  Music
in my eardrums.  I hear the pulse
clearly when water’s in my ears,
when my fingers are in my ears.
This most amazing invention
of God and nature, unceasing
water cycle.  I don’t always
love it like I should when I thirst
or when my bowels want to burst—
and yet I would pledge allegiance
to it in a minute if faith allowed.

Faith lets me affirm holiness
and so recognize water cycle
at the core of my belief, God
exists. What grand design! Water
Cycle.  The words are code for life
on earth, for gills to breathe and for
seasons that transform it into art.
Nature is the first artist, first
Bible—creator of all we
long to imitate in science
and art and faith. Whew!  Talk about
survival and we talk about water.
Talk about air and we talk of
water.  Talk of dry land and talk
water.  Water Cycle.  Water
music.  Walking on water.   Prayer.
If you don’t stand up whispering
water cycle with reverence,
I have failed at this holy dance.



Today I am inspired by We Should Never Have Called It Earth by Kate Marvel, Contributing Editor at On Being, and also a quote by Nichola Tesla that is viral on FB:  
“My brain is only a receiver, in the Universe there is a core from which we obtain knowledge, strength and inspiration. I have not penetrated into the secrets of this core, but I know that it exists.”   ― Nikola Tesla

 *Water cycle at Wikipedia


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© 2017 Susan L. Chast


2 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love this reverent ode to water. I especially love the closing lines.........you did not fail in the dance, Susan. You spoke beautiful truth.

annell said...

I didn't understand, I came from a place there was plenty of water, all you had to do was turn on the spigot. Now I live in the desert, I have gained understanding. I love your poem.