THE COLOUR OF WATER

What is your taste? What is your scent? Your colour? It draws me in and sinks me deep until I'm totally submerged. Rivers, canals, oceans, seas, streams and lochs. Even new morning showers and every ceremonial hand wash is like wading into baptismal waters for the very first time all over again.  

Down, then up. Swelling and swooshing; back and forth. Ripples folding in then out again; peaks rising in passion before dipping deep. Frothing and oozing, simmering and fading. 

Mystery and majesty; power and patience; comfort and chaos. 

Wet, soaked, drenched, reflecting, sparkling, glistening, trickling, golden, clear, muddy, heavy, frozen, fluid, fresh... 

Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.

Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers have swept over me.

Metamorphosis.