Literature
Endless
If the world throws you out,
dead ends seem cruel and ungiving,
there's always life here to drink from,
to quench the thirsts of the living.
Picking each other up when we fall,
you know that's the way it's always been with us,
there are no closed doors,
no untended sores,
endless access to a life giving source.
The fountain is full and in times of old it was in need of replenishing,
now no need for a via,
we are the supply unending,
abundance without a need never needs tending.
In your darkest times both then and now,
you were never alone,
you thought of the next guy somehow,
if he asked sincerely,
you would have stood by purely,
just as I