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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