And I Draw The Water Once More

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This last week was kind of a challenging one for me. So many things to get done and a home project to boot. I became a little weary and in my quiet time with the Lord, I , once again, came across this old bible verse. John 4:13-14 Jesus said to her, “Everyone who drinks of this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks of the water that I will give him will never be thirsty again. The water that I will give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life”(ESV version). In our busy lives, so many of us seek after things that will eventually bring us right back to thirst again. We strive, in our own power, to quench that unquenchable thirst all man has. Stop purchasing expensive drink that will never quench your soul. Right now, exactly where you are, if you are weary, ask Jesus to quench your thirst; for His water leads to  fulfilment and eternal life.  Enjoy this poem about weariness, doubt and a great quenching of thirst.

The Great Plains Poet

 

 

And I Draw The Water Once More

 

a poem by Chris T.

 

Tossing my bucket down the well

A quick silence fills that space in time before the splash

Contact with the water is great

And the sound of “glug, glug” is music to my ears

 

The last bit of saliva forms in the back of my throat

For the anticipation of Living Water is palpable

My patience is tested as I wait for the bucket to fill

And the desert’s cruel mirage continues to act out its deadly theater

 

Now comes the hardest part; the pull upward

One fist in front of the other, I draw up this weathered rope

My arms shake in a rhythm of swaying and groans

Doubt then comes to sojourn my mind

 

Temptation becomes greatest in the middle

Can I pull some more, will the rope break and will I perish before my chore is done?

A small piece of doubt, but no great chunk of disbelief

The edge of the well slowly begins to nick away at the strands

 

Oh, the effort is  great and the sun so merciless

My palms are screaming to let go of the rope

But my faint heart knows the power of the water

Burn muscles burn; I will not let go

 

Finally, the bucket has reached the top

I plunge my head into the water

Like a savage whose thirst was ample

Now gently I cup my hands and gather the bounty

 

To my lips, I place the Living Water

All doubt has ebbed away

This  broken body is now rejuvenated

The path to the next well doesn’t seem so far

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2 thoughts on “And I Draw The Water Once More

  1. “My patience is testes as I wait for the bucket to fill”. My faint heart knows the power of the water…
    So well described!!!!

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