Wellspring of spiritual water, It's bubbling inside me. Gently soothes my bruised soul - Covering Life's pain of mystery. Unseen surging river, Courses through body mortal - Renewing my energy, Forced through this open portal. Full to overflowing, Come stand next to me, Let the excess splash on you - To prime your own jubilee. This internal source, Never shall run dry; For Hope springs eternal, Keeping this flood in full supply. Author Note: From the book: Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory The ISBN is: 1-4196-5051-3 Learn more about me and my poetry at: http://www.amazon.com/Reaching-Towards-His-Unbounded-Glory/dp/1419650513/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1388058560&sr=1-1&keywords=reaching+towards+his+unbounded+glory By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2006, All rights reserved.