The reservoir of all possibilities of Existence,
We ***** altars and springs, and consecrate certain pools.
Water, equated to the unconscious by those who have waded into the
depths of the psyche.
It scribes a line between sacred and profane, life and death.
Deep and wide as the River Jordan of scripture,
Wondrous as the Spring at Lourdes,
Cathartic as tears,
Water flows as blessings.