glory be to the näckros, naked rose,

open rose, white flower of water.


glory be to water, held in droppedstone-

ripple, thickened to the green


pad of a leaf. & in time

let us praise the spread


of all anchored things.

praise to the long pale roots


& the chain of water. & let us

take this flower, its quiet face


on the surface & its searching

root as the mystery of faith.


glory be to the work of the pond

& to silt, to the white


open flower which is an offering

& will be given up for us.


Seán Hewitt