Soul Well

I awoke in the middle of the night to my daughter, barely awake herself, rubbing so gently with such unknowing tenderness, her sleeping brother's hand who beside her lay. My dreaming heart grew alive to something extraordinary; for over two hours I laid contemplating this; that, inside our heart is a well, and through that well, our soul, and therein still a deeper well to springs of God, an infinite fountain of unteachable love so pure and simple, so barely visible to the naked eye that it is grasped by faith and faith alone. This, I thought over before the sun rose, one long misty moondrop moment when I saw love I cannot explain, a love I did not by my faculty create but instead have been graced to carry like a messenger who bears a fragile gift, one that bursts open with humble eyes and a soul awake.