if divine love
if divine love were water
it would be ice – impenetrably chilling
rattling your bones
cooling parched travellers
providing Arctic guidance to polar bears
solid is such love
floating in your filling cup
if divine love were water
it would be that which fills your body
your most ubiquitous possession
the fluid that moves inner universes
holding organs within their orbit
suspending your heart in rivers
cradling the unborn in a pond
if divine love were water
it would be bubbles that erupt in your kettle
causing steamy screams in preparation
for tea in the morning
for rice by midday
for your evening bath by candlelight
seas of petals and oils and salts and skins
if divine love were water
it would pacify you
indulge you
heal you
cool you
awe you
fill you