Wednesday, October 12, 2005

More Precious Water

Soul Spring

Spiritual awareness comes like morning rain;
as fine chilling mist or driving deluge,
boring drizzle or giant drops that float down
to parched sand or overflowing puddles.
All of these we can scarcely absorb,
but must silently wait until the drops
filter through ages of memoried dust
to a hidden pool of creative spring.
Only then, when purified and caressed,
can it well up to quench my soul’s thirst.



At 7:09 PM, Blogger le Enchanteur said...

This is lovely faucon. I have been listening to Estes and reminded to attend to the source.

At 4:28 PM, Blogger Eclectica said...

This is lovely, faucon.

At 3:22 PM, Blogger Eclectica said...

I read this again today, faucon, and loved it even more. Thank you.


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