The Well
Mar 5, 2021
The pain of loss never goes away
It’s deep like a well
Every day we draw from it
On good days, we bring up fresh crystal-clear spring water
On bad days, the well yields little to nothing to refresh our souls
Sometimes we have to go deeper and deeper to get what we need
This can be arduous and painful
But we keep going back to the well
For the well contains memories of all that is precious and good in this world
And it reminds us of our own mortality
Someday we will be part of the spring that feeds the well and no longer of this earth
And people will draw strength from us
As we draw strength from those that have gone before us
