A ROSE BY THE LIVING WATERS

"By a voice he saith: Hear me, ye divine offspring, and bud forth as the rose planted by the brooks of waters. [18] Give ye a sweet odour as frankincense. [19] Send forth flowers, as the lily, and yield a smell, and bring forth leaves in grace, and praise with canticles, and bless the Lord in his works." (Ecclesiaticus, a.k.a. Sirach, 39:17-18)
  

I am a rose by the living waters
My roots reach deep into the river’s bed
My thorny arms reach out to the heavens

Angelic choirs descend from the heavens
their arms full of graces poured like waters
upon the earth. I quicken in my bed

Glorious is the sunrise warming my bed
Blessed are the rains sent by the heavens
This humble flower, my own Lord waters

Pure waters  cleanse my bed to yield roses for the heavens.

RAINY AUTUMN

rainy-autumn

We woke up later than we should. Our room was dark. No sun entered the windows to rouse us from bed. My eyes were heavy. The grey morning was pushing down my lids. But it was after 7 a.m. and I would make us late for Mass if I tarried longer. When I got a hold of my senses, I heard the soft pitter-patter on our window panes and the slosh of puddle as the cars went by. It was raining.

Thirty minutes later, we were cruising down the interstate. While my husband was concentrating on the road, I was looking at the trees by the roadside. How the colors have changed in just a week. While I always appreciated the brilliance of the leaves under a glowing sun, today I appreciated the shadows and the way the reds and oranges complemented the misty grey of the morning.  

rains showered on autumn
turning leaves flooded  the ground
naked trees shiver

My second and more conventional entry for WPC: H2O

SUMMER’S GIFT

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Raindrops hang from the boughs
they sit on the grass
twinkling like Christmas lights
The dry spell is over
Earth celebrates the bequest
Fall received from Summer –
Roses will yield parting flowers
Leaves will burst in wild colors
before the Wind hums
its plaintive tune
that will lull its world
to blessed slumber.

Daily Post:  Twinkle

BY THE LIVING WATERS

“Blessed be the man that trusteth in the Lord, and the Lord shall be his confidence. And he shall be as a tree planted in the waters, that spreadeth out his roots towards moisture; and it shall not fear when the heat cometh. And the leaf thereof shall be green, and in the time of drought it shall not be solicitous, neither shall it cease at anytime to bring forth fruit.”

~Jer. 17:7-8

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There was a time in my life when water was the motif of my dreams.  Dirty, smelly waters meant things were not alright within me.  Clean water meant things would be okey.  Mornings would often find me wondering the nature of water in my dreams.  The latter, of course, brought me consolation while the former kept me thinking about what could be wrong with my life at the moment.

There was one water motif that I really really liked:  a sprinkling of rain.   I think I was praying for a particular favor – passing the bar exam, perhaps?  Anyway, it was one of those life-changing things for me.  That night, I had a dream that I walked up a set of steps and a light drizzle was on me.  Needless to say, I felt calm when I woke up.  Somehow, I knew that whether I got what I prayed for or not, I would be just fine.

wet rosesI did not know why water would play such a role in my subconscious.  I was not a water-lover after all.  I was not the one to hanker for the beach or a swimming pool, and such.  I did like water views though – rivers, falls, the like.  Now, thinking about it, the significance of water in my faith may have a lot to do with my water dreams.  In the Catholic Church, water is used in Baptism.  It is the physical manifestation of the cleansing of the soul that was brought about by the Sacrament of Baptism.  Holy Water is a sacramental that is often used in ordinary blessing and in more extreme cases, exorcism.   In the Bible, the Lord Jesus identifies Himself as the Living Water.  A person who is friends with God can be said to be planted by the living waters.  When I was younger and single, I had more time to think about the state of my soul and such.  So, I guess the image of water, as a spiritual matter, was, whether consciously or not, foremost in my mind.

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These days, water rarely plays a role in my dreams.  Perhaps, a different state of life has led me away from more spiritual to more mundane concerns.  Even so,  it is ever my fervent desire to be like a tree planted by living waters.  However, since I have a special fondness for roses,  I may have to express my prayer in these terms:

"By a voice he saith: Hear me, ye divine offspring, and bud forth as the rose planted by the brooks of waters. [18] Give ye a sweet odour as frankincense. [19] Send forth flowers, as the lily, and yield a smell, and bring forth leaves in grace, and praise with canticles, and bless the Lord in his works." (Ecclesiaticus, a.k.a. Sirach, 39:17-18)


Daily Prompt:  Water