I am water.

I am old and I am tired, and I have been here for many years.

I have watched the seasons come and seasons go. Life and death plays out around me, and I am unscathed and notice little.

Temporary I am not.

For my beginning, you can only wonder.

As the Spirit of God moved upon my face I witnessed creation.

Only darkness was upon me.

I watched as light became day and darkness became light.

I was divided and the space between became the Heavens.

Before the land it was only I.

I blanket the earth and I even flow through your veins. I carry vitamins within your body. Without me you will die in days.

I give life and take life.

You take me for granted while you drink me.

While bathing you forget that without me, you could not.

While swimming you forget that without me, you could not.

While cooking you forget that without me, you could not.

I give rest, I give comfort and I even give you my stones when the enemy comes knocking.

I purify, I cleanse. I wash away, I make clean.

I deliver, I break chains. I tear down walls, I tear down strongholds.

You forget. Oh, how you forget.

It was me that John the baptized walked into. Oh, how you forget.

I was In the well of Bē’er when the Israelites sang the song, “Spring up, O well; sing ye unto it:”

It was me then, and it is me now.

Oh, how you forget.

I am water.

(Richard Whiteside lives in Doniphan, Mo., and can be reached at rlwhiteside72@gmail.com. His blog can be followed at https://www.ozarkriverman.wordpress.com.)