Let me be as the wellspring, bubbling forth unto the lands and thirsty throats. Not a mighty rushing river whose course will dry with the rain’s choosing or whose path may carve another dependency. Not of unending depth and breadth as the unknowable ocean. Not as the shifting temperament of the wettest storm’s fury or the hardness of icy entrapped memory.

Let me be squeezed emotion brimming to parched lands. May my waters be steady and cool, clean and alleviating, rooting from unknowable depth, flowing through rock crack, twisting around earthy insides, bending to provide reason for sunny life. Let them who need drink come and be refreshed, and let all that sustains prosper from its clarity.