Broken bread and small fish: Thirsty

Thursday, January 14, 2016

Thirsty

I hide my thirst
bury it during the day
cover it under layers of busy-ness
activity
and all those lists
of things
that really do need
to be done.

so it wakes me in the night
tentative unfurling of panic
opens up slowly and swallows me
into its depths
and I can't figure out what it is
but I know
something's wrong.

I drank.
I know I did
in the morning
ages ago

but I don't remember
my soul does not remember
the taste
of the cool sweetness
I could not contain
could not keep

like a dream
but the day
goes on and on

     ~
I wonder sometimes
if it will ever end
and then
I wonder
if I want it to.

There is a sweetness in the pain
of longing for You
and a joy
when You come
and fill me up and...
If I am with You always
will I still long?
Will I still need?

I want to be rid of the longing
of the thirst
of the pain
of feeling parched
of the panic

I want to never thirst again but
I also want
to never
never
forget
how much I need You
How parched I am
I was
without You.

     ~
And did the flowers in the garden know
You watered them
Yourself?

When they didn't feel the thirst
and the longing for rain?

Did they know
You were their water?

Did they know
You were their life?

Linking up with Velvet Ashes at The Grove where the theme this week is "Thirsty"

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