An undernourished well receives no sympathy,

Once used, or unreplenished they leave me to nature;

Suddenly I am now a landmark of where others used me,

And then deserted me, once I was spent.

xx

Yet, I am not done, but rather waiting,

Patiently,

Until I can be of service again.

Stressed out again.

Falling behind on deadlines;

Too many commitments,

Family needs to see you and time is limited.

xx

Time to break out of the straight-jacket I knitted myself into.

xx

And turn to others, to fulfill our need for love.

Perfection. Alignment. Peace.

No longer freewill,

now fully harnessed and beautifully out of my control.

More powerful, not persuasion but within,

implanted and indwelling;

like a second heart, deep inside,

a soul felt, awakened and palpable,

radiating peace and harmony,

excluding all else.

Washing away sin as if it never happened.

Replacing pain with beauty, water with blood.

Blood-borne life itself, not drained by death,

a transfusing and infusing love.

XXX

This overwhelming silence,

glowing within, replaces all earthly happiness,

a glimpse of New Jerusalem, heaven on earth.

A tasting of what is to come,

new senses … indescribable,

make all happenings past and those to come, (in this wonderful temporary garden),

Have meaning.

Because every second, every interaction, every glance, every moment … does.