In our garden,
The seasonal change comes with the wind,
Heralding the storehouse of Spring’s promise:
Winter’s enclosure approaches. 
Bright red apples hang on branches like ornaments.
Leaves begin to release earthward,
dissolving once more
Into loam. Sap water shifts from its upwelling surges
To the drawing down invitation of roots.

I, too, yield to the changing seasons and tides of living now –
My cellular water calls me into root and rest.
Liquid rising and falling inside,
continually baptizing
The shore of my bones, the season of my heart, this life we are living.

Water is everywhere, always coming when called.
Here is the essential gift
Touching our toes as we stand
At the edge of a future we cannot envision.

Water is Everywhere.
Offering new nourishment,
Fresh eyes – A gaze of utter equanimity and mercy,
The very movement, nature and truth of water
Opens us to a constant presence of
unceasing aliveness
from an infinite well.

Water is Everywhere.
Calling back to the garden and to us:
Be Fresh. Be Strong. Yield and Rise Again.