Sacred water

I poured the bowl of blessed flowers and sacred waters into the stream

The flowers danced and bobbed on the current

Drops of waters from around the world,

Some blessed by hugging saints,

Others collected from tall mountain streams,

Melded seamlessly into the larger body of their own kind

Flowers scattered this way and that

Caught in a small waterfall, they plunged deep beneath the surface

Only to rise a few meters downstream

Floating effortlessly

Carrying our prayers

For the earth

For our children

For ourselves

Water is our first medicine

Water is our first home

How quickly we forget what we are made of