Holy Well

The sky is full,

just like the silence

that’s rarely empty,

with vivid gray

clouds or wings

of angels guiding 

you to this place

to sit still with saints

who are nothing more

than ordinary folk

thirsty for a green sip

of grace that can soften

the heart and heal a gaze.

This gushing water

won’t change the world,

but it can tilt it a little

to have another life

present to the presence

of All that is Here

hour after hour

after hour.