The Holy Well

 

 

The Holy Well

 

Within the small redoubt of ancient gods,

there is a sacred spring,

surrounded by a ring of stones,

whose time-worn face 

peers through the thinnest veil.

Its water is the wonder of another world,

whose unfurled flag reveals

three swirling eddies,

which celebrate fluidity of form, 

And from the well

a subtle voice proclaims:

I am snowflake symmetry.

I am a frozen stream.

I am a raging torrent.

I am a flood.

I am steam rising from the cauldron.

I am a cloak of druid-mist.

I am the true trinity of one.

 

John Walter Taylor

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15 April 2024