This was written as a blessing for pouring out the Water Communion waters onto a memorial garden.
Like water that swells rivers and fills the ocean, the memories of those we have loved rush through us.
Sometimes they are quiet, almost as if we have forgotten—and then suddenly, they flood our senses.
Always, those who have been a part of us remain within and around us, sustaining us like our blood, like rain.
We give what we can: our gratitude, our attention, the stories we tell,
and the living of our days, blessed by the world they helped create, and blessing the world in our turn.
Let us all say: Blessed be and amen. (Everyone repeats.)
The waters are now poured onto the soil of the garden.