Wellspring - Alec Jackson

The Hole I sink
is to find Heav'ns fount,
to provide God's crops
with prickled heads for seed to mount.

It's shaft, infirm,
endures caving in,
so walls are sure stoned
to ensure liquid draughts within.

The task is long;
much fought through great trial,
when done, measured time
etched a grim determined smile.

And now life's Sun
draws bright fourishes
while I lift my cup
from the water that nourishes.

Alec Jackson