A stream flows freely from my heart;
It cannot be stopped—
Laughing, trickling, gurgling, bubbling,
Over weed and rock.
Nor wind nor storm can it abate;
Troubles make it strong—
Churning, swirling, perking, gushing,
My joy follows on.
The famine can be difficult;
Almost dries it up—
Ebbing, gliding, coursing, flowing,
Springing from my cup.
© 2017 Angela Umphers Rueger – All Rights Reserved
from The Abundant Heart