The Well


The Well

I drop my bucket into the well
Expecting cool, clear water.
I bring it up empty.
I drop it again.
When I feel it touch the water
I bring it up at once.
Still empty.
Once more, into the well
And I allow it to sink
deeply into the water.
I bring up refreshing water.
The water of life.
The human spirit is like a well,
I must go deeply into it
To find the life giving
Love of God.

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