I Thirst

I thirst.

My throat is dry.

I am parched.

I need to satiate

my soul,

the core of

who I am.

 

But I refuse to drink

from stagnant ponds

and from cups

or bowls

or basins

or even buckets

for that matter

if the source

is not flowing

with living waters.

 

I need gushing

rivers

streams

fountains.

I need

rapids and waves

to blast away

complacency and indecision.

 

But what I need most

is to nourish my soul

by drinking the tears

of my lonely

hurt

angry

needy

hungry

neighbors

who need to feast on my love.

 

My Beloved,

lead me to the wells

that are deeper

than I can imagine.

Show me how

to love with sacrifice

so that I might

quench this thirst

of my soul.