The glass is full

The glass is full
and I am blessed that I live well
while others groan in a deep heart wrenching sorrow
walking thru the valley of emptiness and longing
while others are raw from whatever is cutting them
I get to drop words onto this page like water dropping
sometimes a trickle or a plop drop of morning dew
the glass is made of crystal I am putting you on pause
go hold that thought and I will return with water yes
my cells call for pure clean unobliterated  well water