The room is dark.
Water is rising quickly from the earth through the porous slab of the temple.
Nuns are peaceful amidst the storm.
Lightning flashes a broad smile.
Thunder claps with delight.
I join in to take part.
That’s what we do.
It is instinctual.
One chalice at a time, we return the water from the temple to the earth.
We help water find her way home through ordinary means.
Do not fear my beloved.
You are part of the plan.
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