Let us bless the invigoration
Of clean, fresh air.
The gentleness of air
That holds and slows the rain,
Lets it fall down…In the name of the air,
And the wind,
May our souls
Stay in rhythm
Let us bless the humility of water,
always willing to take the shape
Of whatever otherness holds it…Blessed be water,
Our first mother.
And I add: Blessed be the flow of renewal in the rain and air as they become transformative agents in our anxious world.
Painting by my deceased brother Paul who loved the waters of the Pacific Ocean and the fresh air of northern California.