Going to the well

To be under a canopy of the Lord in a new beginning. Yet never tainted by a splash like a stone in the deepest well a healthy stream of blue where you peer into and see as it flows by where the wishes cannot run dry,in the blue river flowing in the heart seen as your eyes look downwards within the inexhaustible well;and beauty reflected from a glint of light as who you are,and you can hear the rushing river in a conch shell lying on the shore when you hold it to your ear.