Falling Down

I fell down into the well of Your perfect love

The walls scraped and cut me as I fell

And when I felt the water at the bottom close over my head

All that I knew and all that I held close

   was hanging to the rocks that paved the walls.

And I was naked, gasping for air, and bleeding

The healing waters cleaned my wounds and filled my lungs    

   with Spirit and with life

I am alive as never before—and filled with unspeakable love

All things are new

For the former things are washed away

This morning in my porch time, the picture of falling into a well came into my heart, and I knew it had happened to me, and that I was not afraid.