The Well

A well of the sweetest water

was ours, unsought;  we drew,

and we did drink.

But time went by –

we did not think

to dig it deeper, dig it new.

Our well is dry.

How shall we dig it deeper

now, with these aging hands?

We must not ask.

Strength will be given.

Turn to the task,

find in it heart to understand

what thirst has driven.

from Pause for Breath, Biblioasis, 2009.

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