This water speaks its language but we understand, speak too, like two birds on a pole.
This water is conscious of time and place.
This water is the world, but this water is the word too through thorough distillation. It is covenant and it is the upholder. It keeps the peace between Sun and Earth, between son and wreath. Water sunk the titanic in anger, feigned to defend its Maker. When water breaks, there is birth, water is breath to the thirsty, peace to the tryst. Water is trust, population and devotion. Neutral to the tongue.
This water saves, came out of Jesus on the cross.
This water is life, strive like the wave, its octave is a sound note. Note, this water wages war with the weary wilderness. It soaks, it chokes, it evokes but it revoked.