By: Rachel Lyons
Sunday, March 19, 2017
I will be standing there in front of you on the rock in Horeb. Strike the rock, and the water will flow from it for the people to drink.
A small droplet of water hits the window,
then slowly makes its way in stutters and streaks
down the glass in front of me.
A small droplet.
Then another, and another, and the rain comes down, down,
down the glass in front of me.
The wind builds, the shhhhhhhhh noise begins
as sheets of rain come to cover the clover and crabgrass in the backyard.
The flow of water from sky and cloud and atmosphere to here –
to this window, to this grass, to the very ground beneath me.
The flow of water, the flow of life, the flow of hydrogen oxygen bonds so close
they tumble together and seep down, slinking and sneaking into the soil.
Water in the cracks and crevices of rocks,
Water in the dirt and dust and sand,
Water seeking and searching for the broken places,
because that is where water will fill in;
that is where Water will fill up;
that is where Water will repent, repair, and renew.
And hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.
Truth in the cracks and crevices of deception
Courage in the face of racism, sexism, classism, hate,
Mercy seeking and searching for the broken places,
because that is where Truth will fill in;
that is where Courage will fill up;
that is where Mercy will repent, repair, and renew.
And the deepest place for this race of rain to end,
the eventual destination in the dark for these droplets,
awaiting in an aquifer,
is the water table,
the porous rock,
and the zone of saturation.
A table of water: think about it.
A table of water imagined beneath the surface of the earth,
flowing in slow motion in those broken, cracked, jagged places.
A table shared by all, made by all, where all are welcome.
A table of water, of life, just beneath the surface.
A zone that is saturated: feel it.
A zone where ground water has filled in, filled up,
made every part of it drenched, covered, soaking in those hydrogen-oxygen bonds so close;
Close like God with us, within us, in these deep wells.
A zone of all-encompassing embracing presence.
A zone of saturation, of satisfaction.
Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again; but whoever drinks the water I shall give will never thirst; the water I shall give will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life.
Every part of us drenched, covered, soaked, in the Spirit –
poured into our hearts, gushing from rocks, hidden in wells,
always flowing, always flowing, all ways flowing together
in a cycle that circles around inner rooms and atmospheres and lands far and near.
So when you want to harden your heart,
when despair is average,
when greed is common,
when fear is customary,
when hate is normalized,
remember even rocks have broken, jagged, cracked places.
And that is where water falls into, where groundwater lives,
in tiny droplets coming together to form a zone of saturation.
Remember the deep well,
the profound goodness,
the hidden wholeness
the innate beauty,
that is ever-present,
if we dare to drink
if we dare to think
if we dare to live
in the heart