She washed her hair there
In the dark cold clean water
Like semi baptism
Something timeless primal
Tree roots offered steps
The overhanging branches
relief from the sun
In the quiet shade
magnificient
incorruptible
A little piece of God
healing a tiny piece of me
The dark stream
pouring out of the earth
fresh and miraculous
Injected with life
Thus she blesses the water
her efforts sacred and captured
By the presence of the forest
my favorite manifestation
That mysterious aspect of God
washing her hair
Sending her back to the village whole
Brobdingnagian at a cosmic scale
Cultus Dei
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