Wellspring to Well-being

When the wellspring failed, thirst recast the shape of longing. For the trust it bore had deserted us. We then knew not. if and when, its source would ever yield to meet our needs again. We drank from it freely, without questioning. Without asking, doubting why it flowed so fluently, forever trusting that it always would. With our thirst so easily quenched, we never had need to look at its source. To see where and when the spring welled up from. To unravel its purpose from intent, belief from faith, will from fate, hope from just riding along, to reveal whether our well-being in our wellness was well-sprung.