The water is there -
ever-flowing, bursting
singing, dripping, cascading…
The flow may be fast;
it maybe slow.
But the water is there
never emptied, never dried.
It flows to empty
and aching hearts.
It reaches out to
to the rich and mighty.
It embraces those
who are left with nothing
except the choice to come
closer to this fountain.
And yes, this fountain of God's grace
grants the water of hope, the water of life.
A deep, impactful write with great use of metaphors.A commendable and worthy write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The fountain of God's Grace is open to us all, for now. Thanks, mark walters