by Jason Motsch
I don't know if i am returning or departing
or resting at home dreaming.
the one of the ages has blown in from the east
and drives me toward the sun.
I feel it in the countryside bleeding from the
earth and trees, the waters and the rocks,
and in the flame within my heart.
I am always sitting at the well
waiting for the bucket to come up
out of the holy waters to renew my soul.
It has come.