Touched

As a warm breeze flows through the hollows of the land caressing all within it with a tingle of peace, His Breathe moves seeking to be inhaled by starving lungs. 

Having suffered the effects of extreme cold I lay dormant as a cube of ice, split from my original design - repelling my own self from the process of polarization.  My form is rigid and demanding as my artic aura confronts every encounter, the fruit of my existance replicates my icy obstinent condition. Uninspired, searching for nothing, irrelevant to the progression of life.

Amidst the company of fellow ice cubes, idling, unaware of possibilities yet somewhere in my molecules is a memory of what once was, suddenly I'm brushed with a curious Essence.

It glides over my surface, an electric reaction occurs as my exterior structure transforms.  I become slick and unstuck as I slowly move into more of the warmth, leaving behind the frozen isolation.  Even though the remote of my soul remains petrified, I become aggitated with activity.

My hardened center sits in a puddle of myself, Gentleness from without integrates within developing me until even the most unyeilding heart of me becomes pliable. 

I begin to respond to the Energy that consumes me and I traverse previously unreachable places, I conceed to the Pressure of the Atmosphere trickling over and soaking into every surface sharing the Experience.

In my fluidity, my nature seeks to be immersed with more Water, somehow knowing that by law the frozen melt in Its Presence...

The Living Water - I've been touched.