Treasure Island

Joseph James Breunig 3rd

(Bangor, Maine (USA))

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Wellspring of spiritual water,
It's bubbling inside me.
Gently soothes my bruised soul -
Covering Life's pain of mystery.

Unseen surging river,
Courses through body mortal -
Renewing my energy,
Forced through this open portal.

Full to overflowing,
Come stand next to me,
Let the excess splash on you -
To prime your own jubilee.

This internal source,
Never shall run dry;
For Hope springs eternal,
Keeping this flood in full supply.

Submitted: Sunday, November 27, 2005
Edited: Friday, June 04, 2010


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  • Tsira Goge (9/14/2008 2:02:00 PM)

    For Hope springs eternal,
    ......................................
    James, It is such poems which I searched... On poetry parade... 10..............................
    (Thanks for the comment)
    Tsira (Report) Reply

  • Mel Patterson (10/5/2006 9:08:00 PM)

    What a delightfully refreshing verse. It lifts the soul. I can relate. Thank you.
    Cordially, Mel (Report) Reply

  • Nimal Dunuhinga (7/26/2006 6:32:00 PM)

    Yes Joseph it should be an eternal wellspring because the man is always a thirsty bird? Thank you it's gently soothes the reader. (Report) Reply

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