You know, I love Him dearly,
but I can't let my wholeness depend upon another soul ...
~ Drink from your own well ~
Love the tenderest balm
But I learn
To grow my own calm ~
Survival through storm & swell
Means knack to Drink from
One's Own Well ~
Rhyming aside ~ yeah, His love begins to fill in the hollows as tide
Sly touch of wave and water lap
Moon-like he's gone but He comes back
Accustomed to His Distance
I'm swimming far from the shore ~
Where into Cosmos lap I fell
When I learned to Drink from
My Own Well ~
Independence Even so,
His Love brought Warm
And Light as well
A hearth hot Bath
Hot camomile tea
And The Hands He gave were
Full of Me
(Photos by Missimos ~ January 2014)