And I Draw The Water Once MoreA Poem by Chris TaylorAnd 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 © 2011 Chris TaylorAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on September 6, 2011 Last Updated on September 6, 2011 AuthorChris TaylorSioux Falls, SDAboutI am a writer, poet, musician of 30 years, husband, father and follower of the Most High God. I try to let my writing point the way back to a relationship with Jesus. When I am not writing I am probab.. more..Writing
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