Anna Núñez

Come, oh come! let us away-- Lower, lower every day, Oh, what joy it is to race Down to find the lowest place. This the dearest law we know-- "It is happy to go low." Sweetest urge and sweetest will, "Let us go down lower still." Hear the summons night and day Calling us to come away. From the heights we leap and flow To the valleys down below. Always answering to the call, To the lowest place of all. Sweetest urge and sweetest pain, To go low and rise again. — The Water Song by Hannah Hurnard