Seek and you shall find
ask and the door shall
be opened
to you
my maker
whispered to me
in the crying hours of the
ancient noontime sun
I blinked
and wiped away the caking mud
from the corners of my mouth
”I’m thirsty”
was all I could muster and
manage with the parched spirit that was
trapped within
Water poured
from your fingertips
wetted my lips
and mouth
You said again and
Again
I am the living water
Drink and you will
never thirst
again.
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