AT THE LIVING WELL

 

AT  THE  LIVING  WELL

 

Thirst for life

Lips dry and cracked,

Mouth full of “cotton”

Throat aching shut

Soul in longsuffering distress,

Hope nearly run dry,

Aimless wandering in this desert world.

A crowd in the market square

Jostles, loud and uncaring,

Out on a country road

The few passersby stiffen necks and hearts, eyes look away

Eyes reject with cold stares.

Thirst for honest life fully grown

Desire for truth in basic meaning

Need as the deepest final hunger and thirst,

A soul with dry cracks formed

Inner spirit withering

Heart with a silent cry

An inner muffled scream of desperation

Hopelessness nearly run its course.

The body falls one more time to the ground,

Hard, dry earth.

Then, a strange hand reaches near

Lifts the head

And a few cool drips wet the lips,

Then more in a sip

Then another

A wet cloth wipes the face clean

Cools the neck,

Another longer drink and the eyes finally open;

The face of kindness is seen

Gentle eyes, caring eyes

And hands of love revive,

New strength awakens

New understanding floods within,

Knowledge of this gift of love consumes the entire being,

He stands finally upright in peace

Confident and strong in the Lord of Mercy

His Lord, too,

Another lasting drink from the well of salvation

And true living water is made known.

 

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About Gary Bertnick

I was a Minnesota teenager in the late 1960's. I was drafted into the military after an intense time at an engineering school. As a graduate chemical engineer and former athlete, I became a Marine Corps private. The Lord spoke to me through a friend while visiting Rapid City,S.D. My true discipleship began in Southern California and was boosted through association with Morris Cerullo Ministry and others. I fed upon the Scriptures and have learned to be led by the Holy Spirit. I know what the fear of the Lord is. What I write is done to honor the Lord and to touch the lives of those who know Him as well as those who should.
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