Sonnet 17
A darkness does not subsist, as a light,
For the two, when combined can't coexist,
Needs must I sit and wonder, then I write
Of a place, far and near and ever lit.
To a never empty well, my thoughts sink
Hastily as if burdened with parched thirst,
Which leaves me in heedful silence to think
About what is moving my soul at first.
If thirst is dark and water's truly bright,
The deep well shines then with a gorgeous sheen,
And the sunny place above, a black night
That a beam of blest light, has never seen.
Oh, Mighty, I sensed thy water, thy good,
When neath sun, nigh a well, thirsty I stood.
