A tear is a blessing...
Creation cries everytime we cry
Tears of joy, tears of pain shower space and time.
Water, wailing, weeping, whispering, water,
Laughing, cleansing, healing, water.
Neither created or destroyed,
We move water as a prayer to life nourishing the body and soul.
Saved water in a basket always falls through.
Water that is blessed carries the infinite’s intention.
Never was and always present