Does the waterfall hold back
her waters as they plunge downward,
Foaming and furling
into dark pools
Deep and cold?
Does she draw herself away from the thirsty?
Does the sun hold back
her shine,
Spilling swift and soft through velvet space
upon the earth below?
When does she hoard her light and say you’ve had enough?
Does the earth scratch back
her black soil from the trees
And halt the churning alchemy of life,
Saying, I’ve fed you long enough?
Be like the waterfall,
Or the sun.
Be like the earth
And just go on,
Pouring forth and shining,
Nurturing and feeding,
Loving and giving.
Just go on.
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