Water

This poem has been following me around the last few days. . . 

Here on this Sabbath Journey 
at this place on the path we
practice pause and 
deep surrender to what is. . . 
and then what is “under” that 
and still deeper yet into that vast 

Aquifer, until we feel the 
wetness on the body
and the cool water on the tongue 
as we gently touch at first 
and then swim in that 
perennial stream of 
LOVE

Then bringing the 
refreshment to the
surface of things-
relationships, vision
and co-creation

We empty our canteen
the water slips through
open reaching fingers 
the tongue grows parched in
a dry and weary land

Once again in the pause
There is a remembering 
Of the Way
to the 
Source
for which we thirst and
to which we return
for refreshment
to fill our canteens for the sharing.

TLC