O Star of Day, O Dayspring
O Bell pealing out
over the towns
over the hills
over the hills and far away ...

Your tongue adheres
to our skin accepting
your breeze, your sun,
the circuit of your sky.

The deluge of your water
rings as it tells, loops and
dissolves all ills, submerges
all laments in a gush and rolling

pour - smooth water
stored in your wide wells.
The chimes, the chimes, hear
them flourish - great-tongued

bells scoring the light
heralding scarlet in the hills
O noise of day rising in a
sluice of rose.

Far away and far away ...
do the children play
and sing
where dawn rises,
the water springs wise?
A Glass of Pure Water
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