There is…a spring
that runs through our desert
it tends our aridity…
arrests…our drought.
There is…a spring
that waters our dry frames
and alleviates…our brittleness…
quenches…our parch.
Without it...
we would curl-up and crack
like sunbaked, dry bones...
that have no more marrow.
The name of this spring…?
Love.
The source of this spring…?
God.
EZEK 37:1-14
©jmsbell-6/29/2024
Love ya!
Jane
The beauty in you, the love within you shines brightly through your writings.
God's blessings shine through you.
Love and hugs,
ann marquette
Ron