divining water ‘neath cracked earth,
digging, clawing, filling jugs,
scraping knees on wooden work,
swelling song and prayers whisper pleading sweat,
rivers begging echoes and canyons misty-wide:
split the divide and pour me out a fusion whole.
this body bends, bends, bends,
sore, stiff-jointed, fading youthfulness
ripening something
oh god let it be something truly sustaining,
glowing,
giving,
receiving, telling stories long past days dry,
flooding deserts, grieving gardens gone,
spreading love lavishing,
calling blooms and plums bursting
beyond this cracked parched pause.
J. Ruth Kelly 
Wow! This is absolutely beautiful, JRuth. As beautiful as a Psalm.
thank you leslie…
You nurture more than you realize. Thank you.
thank you jaymie…your words are a balm…