Well-ness

God I wish that I could weep but I seem to have misplaced my tears the water has run dry but for a spring I feel pulsing beneath where were I to dig I fear I might drown upon piercing it Or perhaps the pressure would push me up as high to that which might pull me the rest of the way to the light above a ground beneath a sky of Love warm, nourished, held safe, cherished where all is well