Saturday, November 22, 2014

From The Source

"All you who are thirsty, come to the water!"
                                            Isaiah 55:1

In this solitary place,
 the shadow-self drops like a stone 
toward the deep-
down of the quiet pond. 

The surface quivers a blue sky, 
bone-pale birches,
our faint faces
like a molting moon mid-day.

Now, it becomes simple:
we are held in love 
freely, lavishly
and always;

we pool love from His love,
 for those who come
out of the thick 
thirst of the world,

like a cupped-flux of reflecting water
offering a rich alteration
of what is given
to give.

1 comment:

  1. Cynthia, I love the focus on receiving the gift and giving what has been received. Every stanza holds a deep image: "the deep-down" "held in love...always" "we pool love...the thick thirst..." "cupped-flux". I am moved by the diminishing of self and the filling with living water. Thankful for your writing...