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Worship

All my life I have been looking for the one that has the wisdom of the
000000world all in her liquid hands –
The one that has seen generations of humans come and go like the seasons,
The one that has seen the history of the world and its excruciating pain.
She moves through borders and cultures, seeing the beauty of every
000000person’s soul and spirit.
She holds our lives in the ripples of her body.
The one that carries a world of swimming spirits in the inner most
000000part of her belly.
She is the destroyer, the source of life, the past, present, and future.
She is the giver who never stops giving as we destroy and pollute her soul,
The one that transforms herself into sparkling white snow and
000000crystals of ice.
The one that flows through deserts, mountains, and rain forests,
Creating gods everywhere she goes.
She is everything; she is water.


Lesther Lopez, age 16
Santa Fe, New Mexico
Charter School 37
Teacher: Annie Haven McDonnell

 

 

 

 

 
 
 
 
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