Hide yourself
Where the water rushes over the rocks
Near the evergreen foliage
A quiet Place
For meditation

Drink the clear water
From the fresh bubbling brook
Wet on the lips
Quenching the tongue

Drink till full
Store away
Prepare yourself for
Lesser days

For when
The water stops flowing
And the brook dries up
Where do you turn?
What have you learned?
Never knowing
When your thirst will return
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“He will drink from a brook beside the way;
Therefore he will lift up his head.”
Psalm (110:7)