My finished Holy Woman of the Living Waters:
Out of the Watery Depths
“Out of the depths I cry to you. . .
“Oh Holy One, hear my voice!”
I cry my prayer to the depths
to see,
to understand,
to find words to speak and write
words that can help . . . help us all.
Silence.
Deeper silence.
Then from an inner voice:
“Out of the depths I cry to you. . .
Oh holy one, hear My voice!”
What! Echo? Or response?
“Show me,” I ask.
Silence.
Darkness.
Blues in the blue darkness. . .
Then a quiet voice:
“Show Me!”
“Here I am!” arises from my brave, true heart.
“Here I am, too!” I hear,
as if from deep under the sea.
My Holy Woman of the Living Waters,
I paint you, seen as through a glass darkly;
I yearn, I stretch, I in-tend
To see face to face.
Is She whom we seek
seeking us?
When I plunge into the depths
does She rise to meet me,
filling my heart, my mouth, with precious breath,
vibrations of communication?
Communion.
As whom I seek is holy, I am holy.
Finding, I am found.
Silenced, I now commune.
And communicate.
“Out of the depths I cry to you!”
All is one. All is holy.
That’s beautiful!
Thanks for commenting, Elaine. Cat
Wow, beautiful and powerful image and words. Wonderful work!
Thank you, Kim, for commenting! Cat
Cat, thank you! The painting and the poetry together are just what I need today. Beauty and the reminder that we are holy, wholly, whole. Blessed Be, dear friend.
Thanks so much Rachel Anne. I appreciate this, esp. coming from you, because you yourself are a wise woman.