Living Water, fall upon all things that
crave refreshment, upon people
who walk dusty roads in
search of drink, into
rivers that struggle
to move through
arid lands.
Touch the flower that wilts
in the scorching sun,
animals that pant
for moisture.
The Earth
that allows us to live,
temporary residents,
in this paradise of
possibility.
May I regard the water that washes
my clothes as valuable as the wine
that fills the crystal chalice.
May I wear life as beautifully
as the rose wears her
jeweled necklace.
Shining Spirit 
I hope that rose is nearby where you can gaze on it often.
My gosh Roger, how do you think of putting such beautiful words together??
Exactly the same way you create those amazing musical instruments. It’s just something inside. Peace to you, my brother.