The Whispering Well

“Come to me”

Said The Whispering Well

At the foot of The Tor

Where all is tranquil

In Avalon

Where the veil is thin

It called to me

A beckoning

Here, where the red spring

Flows through the earth

It’s healing waters

From Christ’s ‘death’ were birthed

His precious blood

Collected in a cup

He’d drank of at The Last Supper

His farewell to those he loved

And so I went there

And all made sense

A place for contemplation

And prayer, recompense

A holy sanctuary

An Upper Room

A garden made for peace

That can heal all wounds

To drink of its water

And paddle in its pool

Is to come home to Jesus

And be soothed to your soul

And once you have been

You will always go again

For The Whispering Well

Will call out your name

A summons you can’t ignore

For Christ’s blood now runs through your veins

Fortifying you

Cleansing you, easing pain

For to merge with Him

Is to be at one with God

A homecoming

With a warm welcome

“Come to me”

Said The Whispering Well

Where an earthly heaven awaits

And cast upon you is a Divine spell.