This Water Breathes

A river of peace floods my soul

Streams of mercy
Wash away impurities

A cleansing strips me
Down to my barest,
Most broken form

The edges of my heart
Are smooth
Not even a speck of dirt
Remains in my Spirit

This water is
Living
Breathing
Running
Speaking
Crying
Laughing
Mourning
Leaping

Once a place of
Stagnant drudge
This life water
Makes me whole.

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