Words of The Lamb magazine

set the water down
braid it with the grass
send the good word to oceans
this wet and holy Mass

shape the banks of the Sacramento
flow into the bay that is the Bay
move whales under bridges
save our hearts from our decay

wet the bark and shine the leaf
tickle the river otter from his sleep
wash the crawdad towards the tule
soak the mud and lift the deep

touch our skin, clean our face
as we venture out into the dark
the moon is gone, we are alone
to wander far afar

someday the floods will take us
our sin and bread and bone
someday all water will gather
and we will never be alone