There is a well older than the earth;
when I fail this depth is my nourishment.
I know the animal in strength
the tooth and claw of many wars
and the way my arms can wrap
an innocent heart filled with grief.
The way to understand is to travel,
to discover the frightening possibilities
that come with being human
then with a thread of faith
and the assurance of stone
let down the bucket and draw
the clean water of forgiveness.
Amen!
Thanks Don, I have been to that well many times. That’s the glory of love without end.
This well contains infinite wisdom, a welcome pure
and enlivening. I’m eager to discover, to surrender, to give
new life. Thank you for words that ignite my soul.
This poem makes it easier for me to breathe.
How often have I longed for that ‘clean water of forgiveness’, finding so many ways to sully it in a moments notice. Self forgiveness goes a long way for me to be able to give it to others. Thanks for your poetic fluency.