Great wetness:
The beat of your waves is the beat of my breathing;
the surge of your tides is the surge of my heart.
My very cells pray to you; my tears, sweat, and blood sing your song.
Without you I wither and die.

Teach me your secrets of ebbing and flowing,
help me to trust in your pattern repeating.
Buoy me up, teach me to swim in you,
help me to rest in your arms.

Cait Johnson in Earth, Water, Fire, & Air