before offering refreshment
to those who pass by
we, like the great well
can not give love, wisdom, care,
when we are thirsty
heavy rains bring hope
cloudy skies mimic cries, flies-
we sip wooden pail
furrows in dry soil
once again filled with pure rain
seedlings dance as they sprout
well depends on rain
we need to learn how to do this
replenishing- on our own
sitting in prayer
counting breaths as we just be
restored, holding key
Kate Lamberg
2/18/12
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