From the Fountain

From freely flowing fountain,

living water, pure as love,

fully fills the holy vessel.

Willingly I enter

liquid abundance of the font,

become a momentary embryo

wholly covered by

God’s goodness,

each part immersed

in this new birth,

then quickened by the

Spirit’s breath.

In desert of thirst,

shadow of death,

I willingly receive

the copious cup.

Drinking deeply,

I empty it completely

and am perfectly imbued

with abounding grace

of living water flowing

freely from the fountain.