Water

If I can be anything

Make me water

Can rage like a storm in the ocean

Or desire to be the reflecting pool

Seeing everything, yet untouched

Strong enough to break mountains

Or kind to quench a parched soul

Easy to contain in a cup

But hard to hold in a closed fist

Holy enough for the living

Or to take in the ashes of dead

Scalding as the steam of a volcano

Or soothing first rain of summer

A water heart can’t be broken

You can drive a dagger through

I would part to give way

And come back together

Always whole