O God, you are my God, I seek you, my soul thirsts for you; my flesh faints for you, as in a dry and weary land where there is no water. Psalm 63:1
If you look closely, you can see it. Just below the middle point of the rose. One droplet of water. Just one. And yet it is enough when we are thirsty. Enough to make us blossom, pink, yellow, white. Enough to bring us life.
photo by Anne McMahan
Let us pray
Lord, we thank you for every drop of water. Amen.
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