Words

The words come over you
  healing balm for the time of quiet
Has arrived, familiar and unfamiliar
  join in taking and cleansing
Remembered from so long ago
  the phrases bring rhythm
Release to all which is captive
  sight to those who could not see
We may stumble, we may take and
  try to lock them away, but the
Freedom of water cannot be held
  back, like a flood it comes
Watering the parched, dry soul
  sprouting new life in its wake