Make Me That River by Lexi Ragan

There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God,
the holy place where the Most High dwells— Psalm 46:4

Make me that river God,
one that blushes with the
pinks of your promise,
a place that pours out the
depths of your workmanship—
in ripples that flow
clear,
peaceful,
new.

Yes, let that multicolored flush
reflect on the rims of my waters,
the hue of his happy—a rose lens,
maybe even an emerald film—
shining
down
from the face of my Father.

Make my veins a current
for the Spirit to rush in and
throughout all the streams of me,
quenching the dry ravines in me,
and bubbling, with a certainty,
that the source of this zoë spring
is here to stay with me.

Make me that river God,
the secret creek for my Savior
to swim in, a calm body
reserved exclusively for his visits,
with room for a cleanse and a hush
when a geyser starts rising within.

There’s nothing like living
as a born-again brew,
a freshet filtered with Truth,
an active flood where agape love
gushes in, out, and through!
So make me that river God,
I forever want to be filled with you.

Alexis Ragan delights in considering herself to be a fervent literary vessel for Christ’s light to dwell, convinced that poetry and fiction serve as instruments of worship that ultimately help lead humanity back to God’s heart. This spring, she will be receiving her BA in English from California State University Long Beach, and currently anticipates acceptance into an out-of-state MFA program where she can further exercise her passion for storytelling with a particular emphasis on spiritual epiphanies often found in the wake of relationships between people, place, and most importantly, Jesus.