I Bless My Water Before I Drink It

This poem is dedicated to Stacy, who wondered about blessing peanut butter & jelly sandwiches.

I was inspired by the work of Masaru Emoto.

This poem is only published here.

I Bless My Water Before I Drink It

This morning, I said be well

or was it, be the well. It doesn’t matter

which container. Stars without number

are holy secrets. Finally

I get why communion is the thing

you cling to, a symbol left for what is true,

and the bread. My water waits in its little green glass

brewing the words, ready to serve.