The Water of Life
flows into me,
fills me,
overflows me,
drowns me,
then pours through me.
This Unknowable Love,
Your Love,
pours down:
a gentle trickle,
a running stream,
a flash-flood
of good-will
always
seeking
the darkest crevice
the lowest point.
Your Life-giving waters,
of unending grace,
fill from to the bottom
first flowing always
to the poorest of the poor.
Jun 27, 2025
Jun 27, 2025 at 5:31 AM UTC
The Water of Life
flows into me,
fills me,
overflows me,
drowns me,
then pours through me.
This Unknowable Love,
Your Love,
pours down:
a gentle trickle,
a running stream,
a flash-flood
of good-will
always
seeking
the darkest crevice
the lowest point.
Your Life-giving waters,
of unending grace,
fill from to the bottom
first flowing always
to the poorest of the poor.
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