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Water
by Susan Q TomasI was feeling lowly, like I have done something wrong the night before.
Even though others said not to worry, and my heart was in the right place.
I felt like yesterday, Id done a few things wrong. This fosters worry.
Clarity is gone, as I look through this mucky coating upon the world.
It wasnt forecasted to rain today, but it did.
Tiptoeing through the parking lot tight under my umbrella,
I drop my keys. I bend down to pick them up,
And my skirt dips into the water.
Blast it! Im soaking! I walk uncomfortably dripping in the rain,
Still shielding myself with my umbrella, when epiphany happens.
This unexpected rain is a baptism. I let go of my umbrella,
And stand in the rain while it washes my sins away.
The drops are no longer feel like cold pricks on my skin.
But as water, washing my unclean soul, removing muck from my head.
It washes the earth clean, it washes the trees clean, it washes me clean.
10/03/2007 Author's Note: In the Tarpon Springs Florida, there is a huge, thick Greek community. On the Feast of the Epiphany, the priest of the main church throws a silver cross into the lagoon in the middle of town, then all the young men dive in to find it among the sponges. Usually epiphany makes Christians think of fire, but I also associate it with water too. I can still picture in my mind the image of that gleaming silver cross in the water, resting on a sponge bed.
This poem is unedited, and put up quickly while I was at work. So please pardon any errors.
Posted on 10/03/2007
Copyright © 2024 Susan Q Tomas
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 10/03/07 at 08:59 PM "Clarity is gone, as I look through this mucky coating upon the world" This is a great line! Love mucky! |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 10/06/07 at 03:03 AM Hi Susan,
Great write, even if it's mucky. It kinda has it own beauty in it's own way. I wouldn't doubt that it one bit, that the cross was pretty shining thru the water. That would be something to see. :) |
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