The Well

In the most solid fortress

when under siege

and all was uncertain

life at stake

and sandpaper throats were a 

constant  reminder

of mortality 

then, this cistern

was the 

source

of renewal, hope

life.

Now,

after our harrowing 

journey,

my thirst

is slaked

by the well

of Love–

love of my sons, who

grew in stature and

understanding and 

heart;

love of my parents

who tackled the to-do-list 

that I had not even yet

written;

love of my community,

who welcomed me

like a celebrity

and with the 

deepest

compassion;

and that Love

which emanates 

from simple 

beauty–

the precisely-chosen

gentle word

the melting ice

in the tall glass of water

in the music-making

where we listen

and move and fall

into 

trust.

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