The Well Of Grief
David Whyte, 1990
Those who will not slip beneath the
still surface on the well of grief
turning down into it's black water
to the place where we cannot breathe
will never know
the source from which we drink
the secret water cold and clean
nor find in the darkness
the small gold coins
thrown by those who wished for something else.
Hey chica-
It was so good to catch up with you the other day. I miss you and you are in my thoughts every day.
Love ya!
Posted by: Amy | January 13, 2009 at 11:23 AM
Beautiful :-)
Posted by: sara | January 15, 2009 at 08:16 AM
Thanks for sharing!
Posted by: Kami | January 19, 2009 at 01:05 PM