Streams

In a man there are many streams

From which crystal waters flow

And from these waters do his brethren drink

And rise renewed and whole

Some streams are large and very deep

Others are small and shallow

Some have abundant water flowing

Others have but drops to show

So seeth the man his many streams

And putting his arm to the hoe

He diggeth up and deepens one

By the sweat of his brow

And thus by strength of arm he reaps

The fruits of his hard labour

And drinketh of the stream he digged

Now freshened, full of fervour

But alas he finds his other streams

Which he had just forgotten

Have dried or lost their waters

To the stream which he had just deepened

Painstakingly he works his hoe

And deepens all his streams

But after deepening he realizes in horror

That none have water to the brim

Then pondering on the situation he understands

That his waters are but limited

One stream deepened, full of water

Leaves another shallower

Then kneeling down and praying

He calls upon His Holy name

For waters come from many streams

But ultimately from the rain

And thus did waters precipitate

From the heavens in response

And his streams did flow abundantly

Right from the truest source