Walk softly on the warm earth, walk a narrow path;
Go through the narrow gate, a beautiful something is waiting.
~Sister Water ~
Sister Water was inspired by the Canticle of the Sun, a song of praise written by
St. Francis of Assisi praising God. thanking Him for the creations of Brother Wind, Air, and Sister Water.
St. Francis of Assisi praising God. thanking Him for the creations of Brother Wind, Air, and Sister Water.
Sister Water sprang forth from the will of God: Water, more precious
than silver or gold; cleansing; healing; renewing and sustaining
every living thing on earth
She never rests: In various forms and shapes, she is always
dragging, lifting, pushing, rolling, ever wandering at
will cross the earth without pause or rest
Sustaining every living thing_ home to countless
Creatures: large and small; quelling the thirst of
Rich and poor; the beast and plant on earth
She is power: Often a brutal force; a violent force rushing
Turbulently, with a flash and roar, she comes with her
Brothers Air, Wind, and Fire, and with her fury spent
She leaves horror and destruction behind
Yet other times, Sister Water is calm and mild
peaceful, temperate, and the gentlest of rain
softly dances on the earth; a beautiful sight
She upholds and nourishes life: Fields ripen;
flowers bloom and lift their heads to the
sun: Every living thing on Earth relies
on Sister Water.
She is a marvelous, mystical, sacred
river of holiness, or a medicine to
ease the pain of those who seek
the warmth of the hot springs.
the warmth of the hot springs.
In the forest, she rises as a magical
mist caressing ferns and grasses.
On a spider’s web, she shimmers
like diamonds.
As a bubbling spring, she trickles into a sylvan
pool- softly murmurs over pebbly rocks.
She is a free-falling waterfall cascading
into a Lily pond
She lazily rolls on beaches as a gentle
wave in summer, but she shows her
fury as a winter storm crashing
against cliffs and craggy rocks
She is a crystal flying through the air
leaving thick white icing on bare
fields and icy pendants dangling
from bare branches
A deity of earth and sky, she is
the sweat on the brow, a
tear in the eye; part
of our body, spirit --
Soul.
Such is the power
Of sister water
Sister Water
Rachel Wolff
Bandon OR.
Bandon OR.
December 2010

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