Water of Life

In the mornings when I wake up
I often have pervasive, eager hope,
not for anything in particular
but for something I cannot see
bubbling under the surface,
charging the air with electricity.
This hope comes from the Holy Spirit;
I could not feel it until Jesus baptized me with Him.
This hope has nothing to do with the circumstances of life;
it comes as it may without reason or rhyme.
It is the hope that springs 
from the river of living water
flowing through me;
water for others
but also for me,
water to cleanse
and carry us along,
water of life
so our souls may live and not die,
water to swim and play in as the otters
and water to swim upstream against as the salmon.
Water of hope, carry me along
to my appointed destiny.

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