Arid Spaces

Thirsty ground
Makes even the muddiest puddle
Thirst can make the bitter
Taste sweet for a moment.
So parched can a throat become,
So weary and battered, that
Anything will do
Anything for a moment’s
On the verge of delirium
Reaching for
To quench this furnace
Has driven men and women
To dark places
For when the soul is
In the desert
With cracked lips
And broken skin
No amount of self-soothing
Breathes life into us
Only a drink will do.
Arid spaces
Make the waters more precious
And O how precious
Is the water
When it is found!

As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, my God.
-Psalm 42:1

On the last day, the climax of the festival, Jesus stood and shouted to the crowds, “Anyone who is thirsty may come to me! Anyone who believes in me may come and drink!
-John 7:37-38

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