In the beginning
the Spirit of God hovered over the waters.

Sacred waters,
a drop which rests on the palm of my hand
a gift from God.

Sacred waters,
quenching parched lips,
nourishing our bodies
turning arid land
into a garden of life,
sustaining all its creatures.

Sacred waters,
nourishing our spirits,
a blessing sprinkled over us.

Sacred waters,
poured over our heads,
a symbol of our birth in you.

Part of Susan’s ‘Celebration of Earth’ service

Photo: taken on the Isle of Wight by Ana Gobledale

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