Wednesday, October 21, 2009

The Trickling Waters

Drip. Drip. Drip.

The water falls with random precision
Each droplet spills the results of a made decision.

Combining and flowing together to make up an irreversible whole
Each deed becomes a part of a person’s soul.

Soon forms a small puddle
Full of each person’s life all in a muddle.

But every choice and every effect
Makes each tiny puddle seem so abject.

It will never form a bigger picture
For each droplet is only worried about filling its own pitcher.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Now the water falls faster and freer
Each droplet surrounds the others and becomes steadily bigger.

These new droplets have a larger purpose
Attempting to go beyond the solutions that seem so obvious.

Forming a large lake, soon to be an ocean
All because they refuse to follow the median.

They follow a Lord that is everlasting
And their message and words keep on ringing.

Throughout time and space, always sounding
In the deep, dark corners they keep spinning.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

The droplets now turn into a trickle
As steady streams of Christ-like love flows and their purpose becomes non-fickle.

This now steady stream of water
Forms the body of the ultimate Builder.

Each Christian, each Christ-like action
Is a droplet of water looking for a connection.

That connection is found within the Church
As each individual completes the never-ending arch.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

The trickling water is more than droplets.

It is a whole of a person lost and without purpose.

It is a group of people joining together to sound a message.

It is, finally, the body of Christ made up of all the combined individuals.