A love’s reserved when wells are dry
Whose dust reflects its soul
Whose echoes sound the silent cry
Of eyes’ unwatered shoal
Now all that’s dried and thirsting ground
Seeks some untempered truth
From different streams seeks to be drowned
In someone else’s youth
But others’ love won’t breach these walls
Nor heal its crumbling rock
Till purer flow from purer falls
Restores its absent stock
A pallid love which seeks repair
Can hope for nothing real
Till truer love leaves hearts laid bare,
Fills hearts which truly feel
If here we gave enough of love
To tame a cynic’s views
I think there’d be still more above
To fill the empty pews.
Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 3:54 PM UTC
A love’s reserved when wells are dry
Whose dust reflects its soul
Whose echoes sound the silent cry
Of eyes’ unwatered shoal
Now all that’s dried and thirsting ground
Seeks some untempered truth
From different streams seeks to be drowned
In someone else’s youth
But others’ love won’t breach these walls
Nor heal its crumbling rock
Till purer flow from purer falls
Restores its absent stock
A pallid love which seeks repair
Can hope for nothing real
Till truer love leaves hearts laid bare,
Fills hearts which truly feel
If here we gave enough of love
To tame a cynic’s views
I think there’d be still more above
To fill the empty pews.