When I Come to Life's Well

 When I come to life’s well let me not drink

 In timid, cautious and cowardly sips

But let me partake in great gulping drafts

Of the cup that is offered to my lips.

In those timid and cautious little sips

The blaze of light can never be.

Little sips are a twilight nether world

Where truth can’t be found or minds set free.

For when we drink of the entire rich cup,

-As indeed we all undoubtedly must-

We grow in mercy and compassion

And in the knowledge that we are dust.

So now while I live let me drink deeply,

Let it pour down over my sides

In a stream that is rich and deep and full

For as long as breath in this body resides.

For the night will come, and sleeping too

And into that darkness all thoughts must sink,

So now while it’s day I rush to life’s well,

And In great gulping drafts continue to drink.