No Other Water

No Other, a poem by Mariella Lapid

He makes my heart new

and my inner storms subdue

In my brokenness,

He picks up my shattered pieces

Giving Him splinters

and cuts in His fingers

Without any regard

He embraced every shard

His laceration

for my redemption

Just to piece me back together

That’s a love unlike any other

The love from love Himself, which is Jesus.. 💖

I wrote this poem on the night of Easter. As I slowly learn more about my faith, I recently found out that on the Catholic Calendar, Easter is not just being celebrated for one day.

Easter lasts for 50 days and it is called the “Eastertide”. While we are still in the middle of the Eastertide, let me tell you one of the reasons why i love Easter.

One of the reason is because it falls on my favorite season which is spring. 🌸 I love spring so much because it symbolizes rebirth, resurrection, and a new beginning. It might not be here all year long but which season ending, there’s this new beginning that we always look forward to.

Springtime also reminds me of the “other” spring. 🌊 Spelled and pronounced the same, these two words regardless of the two different meanings, both represent life.

During lent, we walk on a long and vast desert feeling dead, tired and with a seemingly unquenchable thirst. As humans we are faced with different lenten seasons in our lives where we are in severe drought and in dire need of water. But with each one, we realized that we need not just ordinary water. In this world we need the living water coming from Jesus because our insatiable hearts can only be quenched by Him. We need it from “Wellspring of the Living Water” himself. Our soul longs for Him. 🌸

“If the human heart is a deep well, it’s true that there are layers and layers of sludge. But if we press through the mud and the mire, at the bottom of the well we find a spring that, when activated, can fill the well to overflowing with pure, living water. This spring is the deeper heritage of our hearts.”

—Christopher West, TOB for beginners