Sister Poetry

You know, God, reflecting on being immersed
in living waters should be a no-brainer for us.
That’s how we all started – immersed in the life-giving
waters of our mother’s wombs.

Returning to that image,
reflecting on the care with which
we were received and tended,
demands we step deeper and deeper
into the waters of tending Creation.

Will we?
 

Thin rivulet emerging from the escarpment womb of springs
billions and billions of tiny H₂0s gladdened by the light of day,
    healed of the dark unknown from which they came
gaining momentum on the decline,
    jostling each other in joyful abandon
Trees, bushes, marsh marigolds sending slender roots, mouths athirst
    for healing from the drought, for help in their growing
As the decline steepens, H₂Os  in the trillions
    dancing over rock and branch and clumps of weeds
    leaping in droplets of millions into the air,
    inventing circus rides of their own
Grateful grass greening along the way
    as burbling waters moisten parched roots
Rocks, once sharp and edgy, subjecting themselves to
    the soothing, smoothing touch of trillions of gurgling H₂Os
    rushing over them
Dry, scratch air absorbing minions of H₂Os
    for farmers’ fields beyond and my poor lungs right here
Healing flows by me and through me in this small stream,
    part of the web, the temple of which I am a part
Being baptized right from the heart of God…

Peg Spindler, CSA
August 10, 2026
 

The breath of God comes to us each day.

It keeps us alive and breathing.

It fills our being with life.

It fills our souls with love.

The breath of God flows through us.

It reaches out beyond us to the world.

This breath of God

brings the whole world to life.

It helps us to know

and respond to God's great love.

The Spirit of God breathes

in and through us.