Sacred Spring

I once wrote what was on my heart
Without thought to form or line
Words flowed freely,
Pouring from me as if a long-ago built
Dam had broken, allowing the pent-up
Stagnant muck behind it to find freedom
Spilling over and rushing downstream
With a fierceness that warned observers
To step back lest they be caught in the torrent.

Behind the sludge, once loosened,
Free-flowed a clear stream of seemingly
Endless inspiration tapped directly from the Source.
Yet how quickly a newly-remembered spring
Is once again muddied by silt and debris.
To remain pure requires constant movement
Removal of garbage, purifying of the sacred water
That longs to move and change
Shape the forming, growing soul
Carve the being into that which
It was born to be.

3 thoughts on “Sacred Spring

  1. Good to see a post back up again! I agree that finding that spring of fresh water that keeps a replenishing lifegiving flow to the river of our soul is critical. I think the “daily days” are like mudslides – passion for life is the dam to keep them at bay. And always remember that like a stream we have to adjust our path constantly to work around barriers. If we let the barriers stop us we become a stagnant pond. So keep looking – the path could be just around the bend.

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