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
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.