by Cheryl Merrick
Regretfully, I gaze into my nearly empty bucket
realizing,
in my eagerness to help others,
I've forgotten that buckets
must be refilled.
Refilling
In quiet moments of reflection,
During communion with God,
In pondering His teachings,
While learning new things,
When immersed in the beauty of nature,
and as I hold a new idea tenderly in my mind,
my bucket is refilled,
slowly-- one drop at a time.
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