In my book, I feature one of my poems: “The Depth of the Well.” Here is the backstory behind that poem:

I wrote this poem while in Arizona. I was visiting one of those old-time, western shopping towns where you feel you are in a western movie set, but it’s really for shopping in board-walk shops with swinging doors.

While there, I saw a wooden well off in the distance. I strolled over to it to look down the well to see how deep the well went. I had to chuckle when I looked down as it was only street deep.

It was a fake!

I later that day wrote “The Depth of the Well” because we don’t truly know the depth of life and the depth of what lies beyond what we cannot see. But we have assurance we can draw forth God’s grace from the well of life and know that He is there lighting the depth with the light of His love.

Here is an excerpt from the poem “The Depth of the Well”:

Life can be like the depth of a damp and dark well,

never knowing how deep it will go;

not knowing what lies beyond what can’t be seen

and a future we surely don’t know.

To read the full poem, check out my book, “The Fingers of God,” here.