Drinking


I am parched and dry
dreaming of rain
like a thirsty crop
no, not rain:
I imagine a downpour,
would prefer a drenching
a soaking
like rum in a bread pudding.
Oh, to be drunk on new wine
to relish a draught
of liquid life,
Living Water.
Sadly, there is no time
to drink
so I settle for drops
few and far between
but packed with life
reminding me
there is more
where that came from,
the everlasting River.

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