THIRSTY
i thirst...
as the samaritan woman at jacob's well,
yet unaware of Living Water heretofore unseen.
thirsting...
An unintentional poet seeking the sigh... the ahhhhhhhhh
... serenity
... security
... significance
daughter, thirsting for Daddy Love.
wife, thirsting for Love greater than one's own self-interest.
momma, thirsting by a pool where reflections of myself ripple all around me.
thirsty...
nurse, thirsting for a deep draught of meaningful work.
teacher-student, thirsting for knowledge that will not leave me thirstier still.
friend, thirsting for the quenching satiation of good and honorable koinoinia.
so thirsty...
artist, thirsting in shadowy watercolors, for the just right shade, tone, hue.
musician, thirsting for soul-songs that flow like water from a drinking gourd.
dancer, thirsting for Delight sung over me.
still i thirst...
Come Living Water, spring up in me and pour forth,
Eternal Fountain of soul satisfaction... assuring me
I'll never thirst again.
2 comments:
He quenches our thirst like no other...if we only thirst for Him.
Beautiful words, Beck...
Psalm 42:1-11
As a deer longs for flowing streams,
so my soul longs for you, O God.
My soul thirsts for God,
for the living God.
When shall I come and behold
the face of God?
My tears have been my food
day and night,
while people say to me continually,
"Where is your God?"
These things I remember,
as I pour out my soul:
how I went with the throng,
and led them in procession to the house of God,
with glad shouts and songs of thanksgiving,
a multitude keeping festival.
Why are you cast down, O my soul,
and why are you disquieted within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
my help
and my God.
My soul is cast down within me;
therefore I remember you
from the land of Jordan and of Hermon,
from Mount Mizar.
Deep calls to deep
at the thunder of your cataracts;
all your waves and your billows
have gone over me.
By day the LORD commands his steadfast love,
and at night his song is with me,
a prayer to the God of my life.
I say to God, my rock,
"Why have you forgotten me?
Why must I walk about mournfully
because the enemy oppresses me?"
As with a deadly wound in my body,
my adversaries taunt me,
while they say to me continually,
"Where is your God?"
Why are you cast down, O my soul,
and why are you disquieted within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
my help and my God.
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