The Stepping Well

The well knows not of the ocean,

But knows well of it’s supply,

 

Deep in depth,

Blissful both near and far,

Sustenance inwardly felt,

The Water wells,

Ground and up,

 

Takers are many,

Agents but few,

The well is unmoved by either,

As imperishable is its gift,

 

The fallen scrub the steps,

Tis labour of their love,

Their thirst quenched without a drop,

And still a plenty falls,

 

The well knows not of the ocean,

But knows well of it’s supply,

 

The needy come and bathe,

Unsatiated with their life,

Still unrequited,

They are wandering in strife,

 

Noticing the plight of the needy,

The fallen ask to be aide,

With blinding grace gleaming,

They delight the observant well,

And enlighten,

Without even a thought.

 

 


For Love of Waheguru Ji (Wondrous God & Supreme Master of Subliminal Truth)

Poem by Bal (Humbly Yours) 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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