Water Dream Poetry-National Poetry Month 16 —
***Happy National Poetry Month***
God didn’t have to say a word
Dreaming of water
Tsunamis and floods
Cloudy days and ocean tides
The sun shines in the morning
But the water comes down
Drench the wings of the beloved
Destroy
Cleanse
Make clean
Make oblivion
There is too much washed away
The foundation is raw
But it is also ready
Ready to begin again
The cycle of creation
Living
Death
And God didn’t have to say
These things a second time
Once was enough
To know the trials are not specific
Not anarchic
Not pointed at
Not stopping
To see
The waters
Coming again

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Subliminal response to my life or prophetic dream warning… what do you think?

With words, song & prayer, TiMo