Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Living Water


“Sip from this cup and feel the tickle, in
Thee mouth and soothe thy pains, take just one swig
And all infesting worries, vapor.” said the
Tempter. Oh, but how my body cringed,
And shriveled to thirst more with greed, I lingered.
“Sip from this cup,” another sang, so sweetly
In my ear, “So I can heal your broken
Mane.” So I took from this cup, last drop—
Then looked, and found: the sweet song disappeared
Without a sound. I squeezed and pulled at my tears,
But there was nothing to adhere. Silence,
Is all I hear, and succumbing to the ground,
With eyes open wide, to taste bitter salt
And sour pricks, that led to a beating halt.
Then, some sudden spark came rushing forth,
A drifting Skylark, nearing from the North.
Nesting on my shoulders to attain,
Embracing to a starving soul, proclaimed
A piercing melody so bright, and heavenly
Clouds ripped open, upon the sight: lifted
Eyes, I saw a Lamb, so soft, so tender-faced.
He whispered what seemed like songs of grace
That moved my joints, and fueled my steps to take
Toward the cup, that He offered, thus I partake.
He with potent, leading hand, said to all men:
“Drink from this cup, and never thirst again!”

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