Let the waters fill you to overflowing,
living springs that surprise you every time
with joy and a deep compassion toward yourself.

Let this peace rest on your head
like a patriarch’s hand in blessing
as I anoint you daughter, I anoint you son.

Let these springs welling up to eternal
fill every dryness in your person,
as you drink and become the beauty.


View the painting that inspired the poem.

July 20, 2018 — Alexandra Hunter
Tags: poetry