the air is still
her steps are labored
but she moves ahead
the ground is gray
crunching under her feet
the fog is thick
moving forward
reaching out
longing for a drink
walking for days
weeks
months
moving ahead
stumbling
stopping
moving back
not moving
moving again
forward.
eyes closed
coolness beneath her fingertips
stability
a friend
a glass
filled to overflowing
a drink
of love, sweeter than honey
a friend
her name on His lips
love, sweeter than honey
a drink
of peace, like rain on dry land
a friend
her name on His lips
peace, like rain on dry land
a drink
of hope, like a breath of fresh air
a friend
her name on His lips
hope, like a breath of fresh air
a friend, her friend
meeting her
loving her
refreshing her
at the well
honesty | insight | and iced coffee.
1 comment:
Hi Sweetheart - I just want you to know that as I read this - with each line, I kept feeling like you were writing about me!! This is so "my heart" and I figure the hearts of many, many women and men.
Today I am just reading some of my books - and just posted on fb that my status is "desiring God".
I realize only HE is the living water - the stream in a dry land - the water that refreshes like nothing else. And I am just resting in his love today - his embrace - and I know he loves me.
Thanks for writing this poem - for me, for you, for women and men who are desiring God first and finding refreshment. I love you sweetheart.
love mom
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