this bitter gall
is eating away
my belly
souring my breath
blackening my heart
poisoning my speech,
and while it is flowing
deep and strong,
I want none
of it….
I long instead for
clean cool
healing waters,
the sweetness
of a living stream
the balm of
kindness
and forgiveness…
yet I hold back…
for I know that
living water is no gentle stream,
it will rush in purging,
purifying,
overflowing,
overwhelming,
if I stand in its path
it will knock me from my feet
and carry me away…
take me to a new place
demand all of me,
no bitterness,
no gall
only love….
Image Deep flow ( acrylic on canvas, mine)
Eternal footsteps 