Water

By Mary Gelfand,

I am the water—the water that endlessly flows and moves, except when it is still.

I am the soft and gentle rain that blesses the Earth,filling the streams and rivers.

I am the waterfall that rushes headlong over the cliff.

I am a single drop of water that breaks free of the rest—spinning far from the others—shinning and sparkling in the sunlight—falling gracefully back into the Mother of Waters.

I am the lily pads floating on the water.

I am the frog sitting on the pad,croaking out his love song for the universe to hear.

I am the water held in the interstices of earth,absorbed by the roots of every surrounding plant.

I am the water moving up the plant—through the rootsand into the stalk—the trunk—the flowers—the leaves.

I am the water vaporizing from the leaves—mounting ever upwards to join other wafts of vapor—moving ever higher.

I am the cloud—holding water in an airy form—drifting across the sky in a seemingly aimless manner.

I am the water in the thunderhead—roiling, building, increasing, darkening—until released to fall back to Earth in noisy torrents.

I am the water that flows through your veinsand gives thanks.

 

Rev. Dr. Mary Gelfand is an ordained Interfaith Minister, a gifted teacher, and Wiccan High Priestess. She teaches and writes on the topics of feminist spirituality, Tarot, and Earth-centered spiritual paths. She resides in Wells with her husband Mark, two cats, and a forest full of birds, chipmunks, and other mysteries of life. You can see more of her writings at weavingthestars.blogspot.com.

Splash photograph by Anton Malan