Poem by Pope John Paul II

The Stream

Ruah

The Spirit of God hovered above the waters.

2. The Source

The undulating wood slopes down
to the rhythm of mountain streams . . .
If you want to find the source,
you have to go up, against the current.
Break through, search, don't yield,
you know it must be here somewhere.
Where are you? . . . Source, where are you?!

Silence . . .
Stream, woodland stream,
tell me the secret
of your origin!

(Silence -- why are you silent?
With what care you have hidden the mystery of your origin!)

Let me wet my lips
in spring water,
to feel its freshness,
its life-giving freshness.