Water

The Holy Trinity
In the first times
Made the waters of the world –
Pure and clear, untainted –
In the firmament,
Upon the earth,
Beneath her foundations –
Shimmering in sun’s light,
Glimmering in moon’s glow,
Pulsing through arteries
Under the ground –
Wholly good in the sight of God.
But the first-formed man
Stumbled and sinned
At the behest of his wife.
The waters grew cloudy
And darkened, befouled by evil.
They became the dwellings of demons.
Water was the womb of life,
Now the bearer
Of calamity –
Of flood and hail
And deadly disease.
The Logos looked
With compassion
On the works of His hands.
In agreement
With the Father and Spirit
He left the heavenly realm,
Born as a Babe
To a Virgin Mother.
Grown to a Man,
He approached
The incomparable John,
And went down into the water.
The Holy Body
Of the Only Son,
Ablaze with divinity,
Annulled the curse,
Crushed the monsters,
Drove away every defilement.
In their place, He left
A garment of Light,
That adorns all those
Who follow Him in Baptism.
The Master rises
From beneath the river –
The sky is torn open!
A Voice thunders,
A Dove descends,
The mystery of the Trinity
Revealed to mankind.
The waters rejoiced!
The little rivers leapt;
The great oceans roared.
Bitter is now sweet;
What brought death,
Now gives life.
Day is over,
Night has come.
The turbulent waters
Are calm and quiet.
The light of stars
Rests upon their surface;
The Light of Christ
Radiates within;
While all creation,
With joy, softly sings
A new song in praise
Of her Savior.