Fresh Water Spring

Rain falls gently
on the dry earth,
the first relief
of approaching autumn.
As water seeps down
to the deeper roots
I follow the rain
through the unforgiving clay
of choices I’ve made.
Below the hardpan
there is new life
waiting for moisture
to rise and wear
the green mantle
of September grass.
I must let go,
receive the pardon,
the grace of One
who reaches out
to the repentant
inviting renewal
in all its wet glory.
Up from the root
I am like the trees
with sap still flowing,
branches extended
in the gray light of dawn.
This life a gift, given
like a late summer shower,
my portion precious
as a fresh water spring.








Reading of “Fresh Water Spring” with music by Abaji.


8 Responses to “Fresh Water Spring”

  1. Brenda Jenkins says:

    Wondrous, tender and pure magic. My happy tears join the late summer shower, and I am grateful.

  2. thomas mcdermott says:

    Really lovely words carrying an optimistic tone and vision. Like a breath of fresh air of a cleansing shower. Thanks Don.

  3. Stan Grindstaff says:

    Smiles over the miles, Don—fresh water spring moment by moment eternal cosmic provision!

  4. Tom Figel says:

    Don, this is lovely, and well-organized. And smart outlook.

  5. Eric says:


  6. David Banner says:

    Don…just did a Tao te Ching retreat and one of the exercises was to enter a tree with our consciousness, expand to its limits and FEEL what it feels like to be a tree! Very powerful…

  7. Chris W Dalengas says:

    Very nice thoughts and images spring from this!

  8. David Barnes says:

    It is a precious to share these moments of intimacy with you Don, friend to friend. Thank you.

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