Water Saw Its Lord and Blushed

Water saw its Lord and blushed.

Her Lord asked her, ‘Are you happy?’

‘Why wouldn’t I be?’ she replied.

She was happy because it was Him

Only Him, who could make her red;

His power penetrated,

Turning the ordinary to the sublime.

He made her His own.

He gave her the life;

Lit her bright;

Showed her the way;

And made her the truth.

She was happy for

Only He could do all this to her.

He too was happy

Because she was made ‘Him’

Because He was made ‘her’

Because she was Him and He was her.

He was happy because

It was His blood that made her red.

He, then, directed her to the others,

Who tasted her, not knowing,

Exactly from where did she come.

They exclaimed why she was hidden;

And why she was so late.

He smiled because He knew.

Others tasted her and forgot her.

He made her and shared her.

Others tasted her and forgot her,

At the end, mercilessly spilt her.

He didn’t forget her, He loved her,

And at the end, wore her around.

She, through tiny red flowers-five,

Got spread here, narrowed up there;

Got running here and ended up dry there.

She ornamented Him, a King.

She oiled Him, a Lamp.

She crimsoned Him, a Rose.

She turned a viper-vine-red and

Embraced Him with clotted-grapes.

They were one, she and her Lord-

He, the flesh and she, the blood.