On the last day of the feast, the great day, Jesus stood up and cried out, “If anyone thirsts, let him come to me and drink. Whoever believes in me, as the Scripture has said, ‘Out of his heart will flow rivers of living water.’” Now this he said about the Spirit, whom those who believed in him were to receive, for as yet the Spirit had not been given, because Jesus was not yet glorified. John 7:37-39
Rivers of Living Water
The cold had dried the skin
and made my heart brittle
frozen water and frost abound
and I am parched and alone.
Amidst a lush and moist rain forest
we wander anxious and afraid
standing on the ocean's dune
we ache and thirst in the dark.
This lenten journey of discovery
this emerging breathless time
we seek renewal and forgiveness
deeply wounded and abandoned.
Wandering in dreams of the past
on the brink of a shaky future
we stumble through our days
falling on our knees to pray.
What we cannot see is the thaw
the movement just beyond our vision
compassion lessening the bound heart
warmth setting the frozen places free.
We will drink and be satisfied
love again in the warm breeze
walk upright and stable in the night
and see God face to face.