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Writer's pictureLeona Cicone

Living Water

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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