The Well of GriefThose who will not slip beneath
the still surface on the well of griefturning downward through its black water
to the place we cannot breathewill never know the source from which we drink,
the secret water, cold and clear,nor find in the darkness glimmering
the small round coins
thrown by those who wished for something else.— David Whyte
from Where Many Rivers Meet
©2007 Many Rivers Press
To me this poem truly begs this question I would ask of anyone seeking to understand God’s kingdom: Are you willing to try and imagine … to try to slip beneath the still surface on the well of grief, or suffering, or sadness, or pain or whatever deep pain someone else is experiencing?
As Jesus did…
a man of suffering, and familiar with pain.
Like one from whom people hide their faces
he was despised, and we held him in low esteem. … Isaiah 53:3