Wishing Well - Poem by Bernard Franklin
As I looked inside the wishing well,
in the temple of my mind.
The saddest things I’d ever seen,
we’re all I seemed to find.
The memories that I’d stored so long,
we’re stacked on shelves of pain.
The thought’s of my whole life we’re here,
like rainbows of sun and rain.
At the bottom of my wishing well,
the drain was bunged and blocked.
So I had to find a way to make,
these thought’s become unlocked.
As I started to drill into the drain,
my drill’s began to break.
No effect at all on this blocked up drain,
did a diamond drill then make.
As if in a dream a man appeared,
and gave a drill to me.
But it was made of crystal, so how it worked,
was hard for me to see.
He told me that the drill was made,
from peace and love and hope.
So a leap of faith was needed here,
to ensure that I could cope.
Like a knife through butter, the crystal drill,
cut through the bunged up drain.
So as sunlight filled my wishing well,
it flushed away the rain.
As I turned to him to say my thanks,
he had gone from when’s he came.
And as not many folk have met their God,
it really was a shame.
We can all release our emotional pain,
with no need for taking a pill.
Just simply ask your God inside,
if you can borrow his crystal drill! .
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