Fig Tree Spring

A spring has sprung

From under the fig tree

After the torrents of rain last night

When the water table rises

So I’m told

The once invisible flow

Emerges from the womb of the underworld

Runs towards the river

And joins the realm of the Light

May I take heart

When things feel stagnant

Or painfully absent

When there are no signs of flow

And the ground feels dry

That Life moves

Ever faithful

Along hidden aqueducts

Of its own Knowing

Nourishing our life

Without thought for praise

Or need for name

May I trust that Source

With all my Heart

Grow my roots down deep to drink

And then, full to overflowing

Be that Source

For others.