Love is always flowing

I am a reed
at the water's edge,
flowing into You.
And if the water were to dry,
I know that You would pluck me out,
carve out some holes
and let the breath of Spirit
breathe music through me.

And if your breezes were to die,
and I to fall, unwanted, to the earth,
I know that You
would melt me into soil,
that all I have lived and loved
might feed into that which is not yet born.
Love is always, always, flowing through.


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