I find a brook
of cold clear water 
somewhere in my soul 
when I am upset 
and dip my hand 
in the same bringing 
it to my face 
and letting it wash 
for there in water 
do I find wisdom 
it is refreshing this 
cold clear pure water 
for it does hold 
not only its place 
but I also know 
from which well spring
it does now flow
and that is good 

I think that 
first cup no
that first sip
is what does 
it for me 
it always has 
just like that 
first kiss did 
do you remember 
that first kiss 
I can’t remember 
where it was 
or even when 
but the why
it ever was 
still warms me 
just like that
first cup no 
that first sip

I don’t know 
what others do 
that don’t create 
do they think 
do they wonder 
maybe even ponder 
do they yearn 
and maybe long
to know more 
or at least 
admit they don’t 
do they sit
at all or
do they constantly 
move looking for 
just another new
tuft of grass 
upon to munch
do they not 
gaze upon Heaven 
and ask is
there from whence 
or is there 
only ever here

I don’t want 
people to know 
except by these
for if anyone 
is curious about 
me then read 
for why should 
I ever say 
when I write 
these daily words 
whispering to myself 
and only those 
who will listen 

I remember 
now I 
do remember 
that ache
is back
funny thing 
about aches
either they
stay and
become numb 
or they 
go only 
to return 
either which 
reminds me 
that I 
have loved 
at least 
that once