"All My Springs Are In Thee" Psalm 87:7

In so many deep and hidden ways,
Your one spring flows
Near the seekers cottage,
Whose thirst shall always
Be quenched.

If the source cannot be removed,
Though an enemy has tried,
Neither can the subterranean
Watering of Your fertile valleys and hills.

Forever Your thoughtful ones,
Galaxy wide,
Shall be more than satisfied,
Secretly
From its myriad
crystal flowing.