The Saints

We are from water and to water we return

True believers baptized in the muddy surge

The water gives, the water takes, our children learn

We build our homes, we catch our food, respect we earn

The waters come, our land, our lives,our hopes submerge

We are from water and to water we return

Tears are cried, rain pours from skies, the waters churn

Both saint and sinner taken in unholy purge

The water gives, the water takes, our children learn

Displaced, divided, in our dreams of home we yearn

Diaspora upon us from this watery scourge

We are from water and to water we return

Persephone dragged back to Hell, another spurn

But as spring follows, just as surely we'll emerge

The water gives, the water takes, our children learn

Our eyes reflecting flames, we watch our water burn

God or man, upon our land the fates converge

We are from water and to water we return

The water gives, the water takes, our children learn.

submitted for Poetry Potluck,  Thunderstorms, Floods, and Power of Water