O God of life, your waters flow
Carolyn Winfrey Gillette
1. O God of life, your waters flow
And make all life on earth to grow,
Your springs rise up and rains fall down
On ffertile field and sandy ground.
May we be wise to know the worth
Of clean, clear rivers, sky and earth.
May all your children take a stand,
Protecting water, tending land.
2. Yet greed can rise up to destroy
The things you give us to enjoy.
This world too often won't respect
The things you call us to protect.
3. May justice roll like waters down
And streams of righteousness abound.
May we push on and never cease
To stand for justice, truth and peace.
Matt Ferner of the Huffington Post writing under the banner "These are the Most Water-Stressed Countries in the World" opined that "Stable and abundant water supplies are becoming increasingly difficult to come by on a warming planet with a growing population."Forthwith this raised the question in my mind; why are there still so many climate change deniers around the world?
The "World Resources Institute (WRI) states that "providing stable freshwater supplies is a priority for every country in the world. Yet stable supplies are increasingly hard to come by in many countries, as water-related risks increase.
Low Stress (0-10%)
Low to Medium Stress (10-20%)
Medium to High Stress (20-40%)
High Stress (40-80%)
Extremely High Stress (0-80%)
As shown above, these five different colors as extracted from the world map give the magnitude of water stress each country has to endure. These varying colours provide alarming statistics those countries have to be cognizant of the fact that a serious crisis exists and should take speedy steps to push back for the greater good without further delay. WRI has identified 36 countries with high water-stressed woes as shown in the table below:
Antigua and Barbuda
Saint Vincent and the Grenadines
Trinidad and Tobago
United Arab Emirates
Look at the position which Barbados holds on the water stress table above. This position
must be perplexing among folks living in Barbados who must grapple with the fact that
And so we went with pail and can
Across the fields behind the house
To seek the brook if still it ran;
Not loth to have excuse to go,
Because the autumn eve was fair
(Though chill), because the fields were ours,
And by the brook our woods were there.
We ran as if to meet the moon
That slowly dawned behind the trees,
The barren boughs without the leaves,
Without the birds, without the breeze.
But once within the wood, we paused
Like gnomes that hid us from the moon,
Ready to run to hiding new
With laughter when she found us soon.
Each laid on other a staying hand
To listen ere we dared to look,
And in the hush we joined to make
We heard, we knew we heard the brook.
A note as from a single place,
A slender tinkling fall that made
Now drops that floated on the pool
Like pearls, and now a silver blade.