How many footsteps?
How many voices?
How many jars of water?
Looking for that which eludes them,
yet not knowing what to seek.
Always thirsty.
Drinking water that does not quench,
Yearning to be restored,
No longer enchained.
Listen -- Do you not hear?
Stop -- Do you not feel it?
Creation trembles.
Creator visiting the created,
Showing the way,
Calling us home.
Listen to his voice,
Drink his water,
Live.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment