The Hidden Springs
Come, we shall walk
The windy paths
To the springs.
How long now
Have we been wandering
In this desert?
My jug will shatter
(Or am I the vessel?)
If we do not soon find
The hidden promised waters.
But we lost our way
Back, to bring tidings of the springs
To those in the dry lands.
We walk in the desert
And shall drown
In the abundance we found –
Will nobody come to help us drink?
August 28, 2016
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Copyright © Agnes Krampe | Year Posted 2016
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