Wellspring
You are all together desirable
and so my soul longs for you
hold me close don't let me go
I need to know your love is true
I had not thought possible
this kind of love to know
the kind that people dream of
of our origins ages ago
More beauty than hanging gardens
or the wonders of seven worlds
nor crafting by the hands of men
fallen it's heights were hurled
Like the rain in desert places
and dew in a thirsty land
desire avidly your own embrace
and be led by your own hand
Drink from the well inexhaustible
the everlasting spring of joy
whose word is rooted in virtue
which hatred would seek to destroy
A cistern in the desert deep
an oasis in parched land set
you draw the hearts of multitudes
lest the setting of love they forget
Like well watered resting places
where the fountains of the deep
saturate the flowering meadows bloom
whose treasuries our memories keep
Job 8 , Isaiah 58
COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
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