THE WELL OF MEMORY

The well of memory

is so bottomless

I can let down

my bucket

to any depth

and pull up mystery

Often I sip

hesitantly, carefully

for I remember

that there were times

when the water

was bitter

I drink from a bucket

of mercy

from a dipper

of grace

Each sip

is tasty

on my tongue

For somehow

sometime

someone

in the dark depths

of the well of memory

turned the water

into wine

John Robert McFarland

“It’s never too late to have a happy childhood.”