in the midst of your Sahara parched with fear, or weary with looking for some oasis— some relief from your distress a lake before your feet awaits your own discovery shimmering with grace deep within, healing waters flow from the fount of Soul kneeling, you feel a trickle first then in your yielding, a stream cleansing you, refreshing you, buoying you above the mortal view a river quenching all your thirst so you find yourself and others totally engulfed, immersed in Love I have felt it gush upon my brother and I was healed by God’s Niagara love. —Nancy Humphrey Case.