Believing the water Clear with no seafloor Unchanging substance Obliged to erode Refracting reflecting Drought seeping dry Streaming in veins That pulse with the season Hidden and riddled I don’t know the season Under your eyebrow Under your rib Dripping and crashing But not like a seashore That moves for the moon Preparing the tides Feel the wet Stand the cold Drew me under Shades uninvited Exploring un-rhythm By chanting the ancients For stars that can’t sing Indefinite color Flowing down mountains Or crushed on the jetty Or caught in my hand What picture books color We stain it a memory While sources concur I had to believe Your hue of the ocean And river and tide pool Afraid they tinge value That I may not have seen How does it look When you look At the water Observing un-tinted I don’t know if it’s real Transparently absent A dream-colored blue
What color is faith? Our Lord is both seen and unseen, confusing and comforting those who want to believe. But simply gazing at your own faith, or the faith of someone else, is as slippery as a handful of water. What do you think?
REFLECT
on the Words that God first gave to us. Meditate on the Truth that has made any of our words mean anything…
READ Isaiah 6:9-13
READ John 12:35-43
READ John 20:28-31