Sitting here on the banks
of the word riverbed
of soothing poetic creation,
may the flow of these words
stream joy, worthiness, and
inspiration, to the thirsty eyes—
that drink them—hydrating, and
quenching the dried weary souls
that they serve in canvassing grace.
May those flowing allegorically,
be caught and dropped in the
contemplated bucket to be scaled
by deciphering understanding minds
hungry for awareness, truth, and guidance,
towards becoming liberated beings.
Oh, ye watering muse of creation,
Come and fill my poetic cistern
with wise words of divine guidance
to be poured out to those in searching
need thereof, and when my own spirit
and soul likewise hunger and thirst
for such nourishing words, may I continue
to be fed and hydrated by the savoring poetic
grace of my fellow poets, to whom God be
the glory, and may their words ever flow
savoring tides of His peace and love.