Drink

I am a fountain.

Come here and drink of me. Be replenished. Be restored.

Weary travelers and kings, the ones burdened by thought and the work of their destiny, and destination —

Come here, come in, come to rest.

You will find God here. Not me, but through me.

And as I open and release unto you this sweetness, this sacred spring, this powerful tenderness, this pure love, as my cup runneth over — you have only to bring your lips to the edge and drink.