Will I carry water to our gardens far
Not a step wasted nor a drip
Walking in faith
I opened the gate
Hark abundance is only sacred
when the fruit holds sweetness
delays the inevitable rot
whose seed is viable
Father bless this water
This food from the earth
It's harvest at hand
Anon in our stomachs
If you come to destroy me
See the miracle of my simple hand
Bury me under these rows
That the crop would live on me
Abundance in only sacred
When there is sacrifice
Soil take this water
weeds take this hoe
Let me echo in your simple cycles
Convert me into a simple photon
A fleck given permission
to grace the yield
Let me be a drop of water
half absorbed and half dried
Soaked in by what is good
nutrition of tomorrow
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