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the water bearer


your words
are water
each
drop
hitting the spot
with even more intensity
than the one before
filling in
the dry
neglected
cracks
in my heart
restoring life
giving hope
my cup
overflows
my thirsty
soul rejoices
realizing
the value
of my well
and how dry
and untended to
i had let it become
look down at me 
now
see your reflection, the mirror of my soul


Peace ~ Rene


Thanks to Brandi of Recklessly Me for this week's "One Single Impression" prompt, "Grace". 


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Comments

  1. Beautiful poem...sometimes another person can fill those empty holes for us. You've described it wonderfully.

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  2. I love each drop hitting the spot with more intensity than the one before.

    Suh-weet.

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  3. excellent reading, loved it :)

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  4. This is a deep prayer. Almost like a psalm.

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  5. nice...i like the premise...and so easy for us to neglect ourselves at times...i like the rejuvenation...

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  6. A great piece of life and its content, very well done. Please have a good new week.


    daily athens

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  7. I don't recall that being in "Leaves of Grass" :)

    Top drawer, Ms. Rene.

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  8. Restoration. So very beautiful. Thank you.

    Thank you for being here.

    (I did rock and roll...with the children!)

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  9. Eloquent beautiful poetry... not only do the words speak of grace, but they too have a feeling of being graced by the presence of them.

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  10. lovely to find a water like that
    very tender piece
    thank you

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  11. So important not to forget ourselves.
    Beautiful words.

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  12. Very beautifully thoughtout and written.. it has to be something spontaneously coming out of your soul..

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  13. So beautifully written with very beautiful words... :)

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  14. i love it...


    it wrapped me in wonder

    and awe

    and I basked in it.

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  15. your words are sweet and touching!

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  16. thank you all for reading and commenting on my first "One Single Impression"
    Thank you Recklessly Me for supplying such a beautiful photo prompt.

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  17. that is quite lovely indeed!
    Few words making a perfect poem.

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  18. divine thoughts! apt photo photo too!

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  19. This is truly lovely! We all need to be replenished and renewed, excellent work.

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    www.mypoeticpath.wordpress.com

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  20. Beautifully done, Rene.
    Love your work!

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  21. that was beautiful and so very true- at least for me- achingly true.

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  22. beautiful. how dry places are replenished, becoming themselves reflecting ponds

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  23. I think I need a touch of the grace ever more in fact. Beautiful words here, Rene.

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  24. Reminds me of Proverbs 15:23 ~ A man hath joy by the answer of his mouth: and a word [spoken] in due season, how good [is it]!

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