THE WELL OF GRIEF
Those who will not slip beneath
the still surface on the well of grief
turning downward through its black water
to the place we cannot breathe
will never know the source from which we drink,
the secret water, cold and clear,
nor find in the darkness glimmering
the small round coins
thrown by those who wished for something else.
This Week on The Mystic Cave podcast: How the Light Gets In: Short Stories
Country Kitchens
Gravity
The Rise and Fall of Arthur Pitfield
This is absolutely beautiful. It speaks to my heart.