Thirst- A Poem from Shall Fear No Evil

“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

manage with the part of the spirit that was

trapped within

Water poured

from your fingertips

wetted my lips

and mouth

You say again and again

“I am the living water

Drink and you will

never thirst

again.”

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This poem is from my chapbook titled “Shall Fear No Evil.” Learn more about the chapbook here.