Fish and Mortar

I want to tell you a story not of bricks and mortar, but of fish and mortar.

For I have given you mortar.

So you might have the means to build.

This mortar is explosive in impact. Lite it up and it binds everything together.

Like glue but restorative. Not just bringing together but bind the two to become one.

Put your hand in it and paint it with your fingers.

For their are many colours and I like to paint.

Spread it thick, be extravagant, pour it on, spread it out, especially on the cracks and into the broken bits.

It shall be illuminating. Watch me put it all into place. Piece by peace. One block at a time. I’ll provide the heavy lifting you just fill the gaps.

In a moment a wall, the next a room. I’m making room, I’m building capacity.

Now about the fish.

You see them rise up, to come to the surface. For I am surfacing them. I’m providing the food for eagles.

For the eagle soars above watching for that which is beneath to rise. For the eagle walks not upon the water for it has wings to fly.

I’m schooling the fish. I say come forward to the line and then I instruct one to cross the line, then another. I’m herding them like sheep, corralling them into the room I have prepared.

Then a rising up. I’m hauling it in.

The mortar is the means to capture that which is fluid.