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| Roman aqueduct in Segovia, Spain. |
Flowing Water
Brick by brick.
Stone by Stone.
Making a life.
The weight of all reality.
I wonder the years it took.
the days they saw no end
the endless groans and whining
who persevered
who tasted the victory of completion.
And once finished there it stood.
Just rocks some would say.
Something ordinary.
But these rocks brought life.
Through these rocks
the greatest thirst was quenched.
Through these rocks
the dirtiest grit was cleansed.
They washed away the old.
Restored the clean and pure.
A constant stream
It flowed for them all
Thousands of years
Reliable.
Time continues
And much has changed
But those rocks are remain solid and unmoved
A mystery they might say
How does it even work?
How simple stones could fit together
How, as one, they could carry a stead stream of life
But I think I understand.
You see...
I have a steady Rock too.
He is the stream of life
and His water flows for all.
Reliable despite the years
He still stands tall.
Maybe I'm just a stone.
And you are too.
And we work year after year
sometimes with no end in sight
Lifted prayers are just complaints.
But I'm telling you my friends
Persevere.
You too can taste victory at the completion.
For alone we are small and useless.
But together there is a greater plan.
Those at the top
And the ones down below
Each designed for a purpose.
One useless without the other.
So together let's do our work.
Keep the end in mind.
For we are not just rocks.
But rocks from which Life may flow.
