Bubbling, Brimming, Beyond Borders

Wisdom from above, enmeshed in Love, comes complete How then make more wisdom flow ... I didn't know But then the best teacher discovered this dithering fool, me - O how this Teacher renews my mind, unwinds the dark and dank in me From my belly a refreshing flow murmurs, then mumbles and rumbles And I see a vessel being filled. Soon full, how to harness the flow? As with a vessel, so with a soul, Spirit of Wisdom says Take from this Spirit daily - almost manna, remember Hannah And Sarah and Abraham and Ruth and Rahab, and Rustic Rabbi Living waters of grace, wave after wave, grace upon grace The surplus that overflows your vessel, doesn't flow over and away There's a thirsty traveler passing every day Someone, too, rejected by her kind, comes solitary to the well Meets the Designer indeed! Who will thirst anymore, rich or poor When the rains fail, when the ogres wail, share this cup There is no drought in the Spirit of Wisdom. Will I draw it up Do I have a rope of right strength and length, a pail and the practice? Or will I be ready for the surprise: where to redirect Spirit's brimming surplus?