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A Glass of Water
Raised to our lips
Someday cool water
in a glass raised to our lips
will be a blessing
I was thinking of two things simultaneously as this haiku took shape in my mind.
One was a remembrance from many decades ago when I declared with complacency that I would NEVER agree to pay for water. Who, I asked back then, would pay for a bottle of something as commonplace as water?
While writing this haiku, the image also flashed across my mind what must it feel like to be very old and frail, so frail that to raise a glass of water to my lips would require the care and assistance of someone else?
“Water water everywhere and not a drop to drink”, wrote the poet Samuel Coleridge in The Rime of the Ancient Mariner. What a horrible, and yet what a possible fate!
It is so true that life is full of blessings, large and small. . . including that simple moment of gratitude, every time we raise a glass of cool, clean water to our lips.
