Digging deep.
This well in my house
It dries up like a louse,
Inadequate is the water,
It drains your alter.
So precious this well seems,
Yet it does not fill the beams,
So ugly is this well,
Yet you dare not tell.
This well reminds me ,
Always let things be,
Time and Season,
Dime and reason.
During the rains , this beauty behold,
Filled with enough to share in accord.
This well has given many memories,
It will alight many stories,
Good, bad and ugly,
And many a look smugly.
This well , I so do miss.
Lessons that will make you hiss.
Life is just like this well.
There is a season , wet or dry, it is still a well.
Everything works out for a purpose, the purpose may look dim, but it is a purpose.
Though you may feel drained, does not mean the well will not surge with water again.
I am happy and grateful for being alive today.
I will not waste my time grumbling about the dry well, but look for alternative ways to get water.
Life is worth living happy.
Oyinda
This well in my house
It dries up like a louse,
Inadequate is the water,
It drains your alter.
So precious this well seems,
Yet it does not fill the beams,
So ugly is this well,
Yet you dare not tell.
This well reminds me ,
Always let things be,
Time and Season,
Dime and reason.
During the rains , this beauty behold,
Filled with enough to share in accord.
This well has given many memories,
It will alight many stories,
Good, bad and ugly,
And many a look smugly.
This well , I so do miss.
Lessons that will make you hiss.
Life is just like this well.
There is a season , wet or dry, it is still a well.
Everything works out for a purpose, the purpose may look dim, but it is a purpose.
Though you may feel drained, does not mean the well will not surge with water again.
I am happy and grateful for being alive today.
I will not waste my time grumbling about the dry well, but look for alternative ways to get water.
Life is worth living happy.
Oyinda
Reblogged this on Life is worth living happy. and commented:
ReplyDeletePlease share