Saturday, September 21, 2013

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.

 

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