SONG: ANNA AT THE WELL
Saint Brigid’s Well, County Kildare, Ireland
Prayer is the portal open to Heaven:
Offer your thanks for blessedness.
Practice forgiveness, seventy times seven;
fling purest love in every direction.
Prayer’s to the spirit as water to the body.
Silenced by dust and dry, Anna drinks her fill,
grateful for blessedness—sweet, cool, and soothing—
body and spirit renewed at the well.
These are the new and the ancient of sacraments
every day celebrated by those who dwell
in grace beside the clear spring where happiness
flows in the living water from the everlasting well.
From the village that surrounds
the living, dancing spring, the wise go forth
at dawn in bliss, for each has found
her place in Creation, his purpose on earth.
Work has a joyous sound, natural rhythm.
Ah! The clock strikes. For three minutes each hour,
all labor ceases: first, one for the anthem,
then one for the dancing, the last one for peace.
These are the new and the ancient of sacraments
every day celebrated by those who dwell
in grace beside the clear spring where happiness
flows in the living water from the everlasting well.
Once we sacrificed to the
universe; from the wealth
of our fear we gave tedious,
mad, and merciless toil.
At the well Anna prayed
and the Creator said,
“Love, dance, and celebrate;
“Drink from the living well.”
Aged and wise, even she is uncertain
how many seasons on earth she has dwelled… yet
tonight Anna dances ‘til the star-studded curtain
pales, and silver beams make pure the well.
Here is true alchemy, beautiful, sacred:
all things are made of love; all things return to love.
Gone are illusions of distance and separation…
in their place, all join hands in love’s wild dance.
These are the new and the ancient of sacraments
every day celebrated by those who dwell in grace,
bathe in the living water from the everlasting well.
As above, so below, on all roads, in every dimension,
we walk in peace, unmolested, where Love reigns.
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