SPRINGS! 

DISCOVER AND DIG 
AND DRINK DEEP 

OF  THE SPRINGS 

OF LIVING WATER! 

Poem for Today - Thursday -   June 12, 2014

THE SPRINGS

In a country without saints or shrines

I knew one who made his pilgrimage

to springs, where in his life’s dry years

his mind held on. Everylasting,

people called them, and gave  them names.
The water broke into sounds and shinings

at the vein mouth, bearing the taste

of the place, the deep rock, sweetness

out of the dark. He bent and drank

in bondage to the ground.

© Wendell Berry,

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Collected Poems,

1957-1982