Today I am thinking about how my soul is nourished. I wrote this poem to express how I often miss seeing how God is blessing me with wisdom,

Well
There is a well here
Unseen
Untapped
Unexpressed

You and I can drink deeply
Anytime
And find our sacred voice

There is a well anywhere
Waiting
Hoping
Beckoning

You and I can drink deeply
Anytime
And find our own true voice.

SPM 7-31-07