Wellspring of spiritual water,
It's bubbling inside me.
Gently soothes my bruised soul -
Covering Life's pain of mystery.
Unseen surging river,
Courses through body mortal -
Renewing my energy,
Forced through this open portal.
Full to overflowing,
Come stand next to me,
Let the excess splash on you -
To prime your own jubilee.
This internal source,
Never shall run dry;
For Hope springs eternal,
Keeping this flood in full supply.
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © All rights reserved.
Author/poet, Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem