Source of Refreshment

Depth of being craves refreshment from a Source that hidden springs

Longs for more than wars that drain the bounce from feet that once wore wings

Seeks Something beyond the borders hinged to heav’ns from sea and sod

Depth of being craves refreshment that can only come from God

Hope hones something skin and bone is not equipped to satisfy

All we have and hold and touch will fade into the by and by

Like a bud that bursts with beauty ere the petal strews the dust

Hope hones something deeper than the skin and bone of wanderlust

Longing cannot find salvation in the promises of man

Shallow is the celebration limited to this world’s span

For the mortal is instilled with Hidden immortality

Longing is the hand that reaches for the hand that holds Hope’s Key

Depth of being craves refreshment from wells not hollowed from dust

Hope hones something that can only be attained through humble trust

Longing cannot find salvation in the props people applaud

Depth of being craves refreshment from the Fount of Faith in God

© Janet Martin

Psalm 36:8
They feast on the abundance of Your house, 

and You give them drink from Your river of delights.