Fountains Of Youth
The river of life flows from a fountain;
flooding the valleys, below;
melted like snow from God’s holy mountain;
life was that melted snow.
We were created as conscious energies;
encouraged to drink from the well;
we are the blend of conscious synergies;
sent down for a season in hell.
Many proclaim there’s a fountain of youth;
that’s able to make the old young;
most ignore it; when failing to find proof;
thinking; when old; we’re done.
Most think such a fountain is outside;
not imagining where to begin;
but the fountain of tears starts inside;
for youth is the energy, within.
Often times, feelings are hard to explain;
becoming difficult to understand;
yet; all those feelings somehow remain;
we’re prisoners of thought’s demand.
Thoughts of memories, guilt, and shame;
flow within us for years;
prayers offered in the Master’s name;
cleanses us through our tears.
Our old age is merely another season;
death returns youth, someday;
tears come as fountains of reason;
in death, God wipes them away.
Monty 1.30.26. # 3,165