Bitter cold winters kept me far and wrapped away but today the well beckons me.. the bucket and winch tied to my rope of hope. So one foot following the next with thawing frosty breath.
I zeke.. Ezekiel.
Approaches.

The well of depth and revelation. My witherd soul cries for transfusion.
Clarity from dark delusion..

The stinging cold as I place my hands on  the frozen stone and lean forward to gaze deep to the murky bottom. Answers fermented but potent distilled.
Zeke..I am Ezekiel...the bucket drops swiftly to the limited...submerges.. seeking answers.

There it rises as I turn the handle slowly.
There it rises with hidden freedom.
There.Ezekiel's answe lies within the inner.

Begin again..zeke
Rewind...questions will always exceed answers..so begin
Again...another day has been granted.
Begin again... Renew the You within