This started as a thought, turned into a blog idea and ended as a poem. These were my Saturday afternoon thoughts as I interacted with one of our most precious resources…
It’s raining all around me. I can hear it on the windows and I felt it as I walked through the streets of town this afternoon.
It seems as though water abounds.
The ocean is near, a creek runs behind my house and the river is not a half mile away.
It seems as though water abounds.
I washed my hands, dirty from building a fire for Autumn warmth. The tap provided an unending stream.
It seems as though water abounds.
A memory returns. A colleague suggesting that we often are not truthful with ourselves as we try to conserve and accompany and aid.
It reminds me that for many, clean water does not abound.
~Lana Lile
