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Poetry – The Well of Grief

The Well of Grief

Those who will not step 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.

–  David Whyte