April 10, 2022
For me to write and share in rhyme
Is more than how I pass the time.
It soothes the soul inside of me
To liberate and set words free.
Not sure I know the reason why,
Or when and if the well runs dry,
Nor understand why I’m compelled
To share the words drawn from that well.
Each time the bucket on the rope
Comes up I pray it offers hope.
I pray the water’s clear and pure,
Gives others strength helps them endure.
We all get thirsty on the trail,
Begin to fear that we might fail,
Need time to rest restore the soul,
Evaluate what is our goal.
I pray your soul is lifted up,
You know the One who fills my cup.
I pray you know the Prince of Peace,
Whose living waters never cease.