When the Well Goes Dry
So many times my well is dry - I can't count.
We try numerous things to keep our sanity and pride.
We try buying trinketsí that bring us joy for awhile.
But it never last for long and neither do the smiles.
Then we try a drink or two, only deadening us for a time.
So we try many other things that used to fit us fine.
But nothing seems to help when our well inside goes dry.
We are filled with emptiness with a heart that only cries.
I donít know what you do then, but I go down on my knees.
And ask God to refill my well and ask for his reprieves.
He holds me in HIS arms and fills the depth of me.
So I again can give to others to help with their pleas.
Fill that well with the love of God and you will make it through.
Youíll bring many others with you; itís what weíre told to do.
Get on your knees and pray to him and fill your empty well.
Your untold strength will be renewed, much more than I can tell.
~ Bonnie May ~
Bonnie was born in Shamokin, Pennsylvania in 1945. Poetry has been her passion for 50 years and she has had many of her poems published. She wrote a children's story as a senior in high school, that was later published as: "The Tale of a Rabbit's Tail." Since then she has published: "Grandpa, When Animals Die, Do They Go to Heaven," children's book and two poetry books, "My Heart Wants to Tell You" and "MY HEART WANTS TO TALK! TALK! TALK!." These books can be purchased through http://www.Lulu.com.