Waterfall

  A waterfall
 is falling
 from the mountain
 in my mind
  
 It is glowing
 it is glistening
 sharing with
 a kind
  
 Of miracle
 that’s mending
 a life with
 fearless cheer
  
 Led by the
 richest – by 
 the poorest
 both afar
 and near
  
 Near to what
 I wonder – 
 where does the
 water fall
  
 Streaming louder
 ever louder
 a clarion
 of calls
  
 It leads a
 field beyond
 its means – 
 beyond a
 sense of right
  
 And stands there
 never prouder
 intermingling
 with light
  
 And yet the 
 night falls still
 and still the
 waterfall is heard
  
 With sagacity
 and forethought
 it utters
 not a word
  
 ‘Being’ is
 all it needs – 
 all it renders
 to the soul 
  
 That whispers
 in its own resolve
 inviting
 one and all