All these years inviting the sky
to drop down
to my devoted vessel,

while the Earth awaited
my aging thirst
to turn and open

to the water of life,
so abundant
in the darkness below.

 

Water of Life

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

7 Responses

  1. Once again my day is blessed by another wonderful poem.
    Something coming down from above and something rising up to meet it it is up to us to make this happen in our lives and then others can join in

  2. Very nice, Don. Strikes a chord with me. Are you familiar with
    Bev Doolittle, an artist with the brush? The painting I am thinking of is “Season of the Eagle.” She is quite good. Google her and check it out….Blessings…

    Grant

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