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 out of view
 toward the deep-
down 
of the quiet pond 

quivering a sky of bone- 
pale birches,
our faint faces
like a molting moon in day.

It is this simple,
we are held in love 
freely, lavishly
and always:

we pool love,
from the source of 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...

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