Wishing Well


It was a long slow drink from the well of wishfull-ness

Where people flipped their words of want and longing

Like pennies to a fountain for dreams to come true

Down into the deep darkness where water waits to receive

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There is old loam in the rising wood bucket mixed with swill

Of a diary of many lost yesterdays spoken out loud

Echoing, bouncing on the stone and moss holding the memories

Tumbling in love, in yearning, in hopefulness as if some magic

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Comes up to be taken in from the very mouths that poured

Sentences down the old cavity that once replenished thirst

Now we hang over the edge, watch the bucket rise with

It’s murky offering needing to be brought up to the light

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To be heard, to be seen, to let the wind catch whispers

We dip our hands in to capture the word-soaked waters

Bring the smell of the wet earth mixed with stories

To our open hearts as we sip them in feeling the wishes

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Tumbled desires flowing down into us as we as vessels

Receiving it all to hold it in the living chalice of our beings

Taking it all in sacred communion of mythic proportions

Remembering it all, knowing it all, wishing it all well

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jeanne adwani@ copyright

1 Comment

Filed under CHALICE, jeanne adwani, Jeanne Beauchamp, magic, NAPOWRIMO

One response to “Wishing Well

  1. Melisandrah

    Lovely sister, thank you for your words.

    Liked by 1 person

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