"A Poem"

My thirsty self drinks

At the spring of your presence, I am nourished by the earth of your Being.

The sun of your love for me Bathes me in warmth;

The searching child in me

Is attracted and distanced

By the precision

And penetration of your mind Fascinated and awed

By the crystal-fire of your intellect.

I receive, and I give freely to you

The wine of wonder and excitement,

Clear water from a deep well

Food for spirit

Love for nurturing

The quiet joy of understanding

The precious oil of laughter.

Ruth Sanford