|Cathedral steps, Amalfi taken by Beren Hartless|
The innocent heart waits silently,Patiently expecting the downflow of glory,
Like parched earth longing for the rain.
Stand aside a while from the stone steps
Where passing crowds jostle,
Busily climbing up and down,
Preoccupied with urgent errands,
Rarely more than distantly aware of loss.
Watch, and in the waiting,Like the thirsty ground, drink
Deeply from the source of being.