Come to the water

The water, it dances, it gurgles and flows,

it sings alleluia, shares life where it goes.

It’s sweeping, it’s curving, around unseen bends,

to vistas surprising and landscapes of friends.

This river, it eddies, it catches us all

in long graceful turnings; love’s generous swirl.

This water lives deeply; the thirst, it is quenched,

the body is freshened, the soul, it is cleansed.

The bowl has been refilled, the fam’ly has come

for love’s celebration; the tribe is at one.

The Spirit, she gathers, she hovers and cries;

delights in the dreamings and aches with the sighs.

Some are wrinkled from birth, some wrinkled with age;

Hey, come to the water; whatever your page!

Drink deeply, my sister, my brother, my friend;

drink grace from the fountain, water without end.

The water is justice, the water is peace;

it saturates living, its strivings won’t cease

Let none withhold water, the Spirit commands;

leaving love to embrace us and join hand in hand.

© 2011 Ken Rookes

Responding to the weekly readings again. I think it's not bad, but I reserve the right to make some adjustments.

Metre: 11.11.11.11

Can be sung to the tune St Denio, Together in Song 143, AHB 80