SOURCED

 

SOURCED

 

I am a tiny spring, no great river.

I emerge from cleft of rock, beneath a mountain’s foot,

remote, and far from human habitation.

 

I am sweet, though, and clear

and taste of your sweetness.

I flow as I can

and where I stream there is green on my banks,

and wildflowers.

Tree roots seek me, life swims in me,

and you do not ask more of me than this:

that I spring from you

and give myself.

 

I am a tiny spring, no great river.

My name will not be remembered on banks of history.

I will disappear into the vast sea

of self-forgetting, washed

like one grain of sand along a shoreline.

Yet I am not afraid to give myself away.

 

I am everything I am because you love me.

And to give myself to love is the fulfillment

of all for which I long.

 

To disappear in your embrace

is ultimate gift.

To rest my heart in your heart—

the beating pulse of the universe.

We are all children yearning to belong

to the Love for which we are made.

 

I am yours.

 

©Diane Pendola ~ April 30, 2021