We are bodies of water.
Salty, tangy, sometimes sweet.
Not made of ashes, surely, but of droplets and waves,
life-giving refreshment
Floating on our blue planet, canvassing boiling rapids, frozen into icy divides,
we swim in a sea of humanity, raining into puddles of hope and despair, buffeted by the tides of time and change. But one thing remains

We are bodies of water. Salty, tangy, sometimes sweet - which must needs be replenished or we are dessicate, dried to a husk, 10% of our former volume.
Fill me with your healing waters, let me bathe in the sacred pool. I am anointed by your tears and sweat. My blood for yours, we heal each other.
Hot springs and glaciers war in our hearts. Hear we make our own miracles, turning wine into water
and casting upon it our bread of ashes and dust to be remade a thousand fold and to which it will return.
While we return to the sea, the clouds, the swirling vapors.
For we are bodies of water. Salty, tangy, sometimes sweet.

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