Sharing a poem that came this morning when snow has fallen and hushed the earth. Wishing you quiet and the deep hope that underlies this time of uncertainty.
|Don’t say, don’t say there is no water|
to solace the dryness at our hearts.
I have seen the fountain springing out of the rock wal
land you drinking there.
And I too before your eyes
found footholds and climbed
to drink the cool water.
The woman of that place, shading her eyes,
frowned as she watched-but not because
she grudged the water,
only because she was waiting
to see we drank our fill and were
refreshed. Don’t say, don’t say there is no water.
That fountain is there among its scalloped
green and gray stones, it is still there and always there
with its quiet song and strange power
to spring in us, up and out through the rock.
~ Denise Levertov