was with me aching and empty
trying to fill an ocean with a bucket of sand
when what it called for was a the fluid movement of living water.
The way this all began
was with me loving God and then a man
and then two little boys
and three small babies who flew into eternity
before they really knew time
and I knew anything more than the promise
of the life their souls distantly sang.
The way this all began
was with me begging God to take
the aching and empty and fill it all up
so there was no space left for anything
other than overflow.
And then He flooded my life
with the kind of water
that just keeps running.
A spring unleashed in my heart.
All of my buckets floating amid the specs of sunlight in the ocean.
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There's nothing better than good conversation ... but not while talking to myself. Will you play a part in this discussion?
AND will you pretty please have your email linked to your account or leave it for me so I can respond?
Thanks for taking the time to make these thoughts into conversation.