“Like as an hart, desireth the waterbrooks, so longeth my soul for thee…” Oh heart that sings into my ear, waterspring that floods my eyes and opens my breath, let us part the grasses, brambles and vines to cause new streams to flow into parched land. Let us call the fishes, frogs, turtles, worms, rushes, slimy algaes, beavers, kingfishers and floating waterbugs to a congress of water wilderness, all working together to bring streams to life. Let us call to the sun to warm the waters and invite newcomers. As we thunder across the creek beds, cooling our heels, we give thanks for all that gives form, boundary, and echo to the bubbling Word of creation.
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