Waves lap upon the shores
like dogs thirsty after a run;
they rise then fall. Tumbling
days, weeks, finally years;
as sands of time trickle truth.
Water is life, breaths life in
moderate wandering ways.
It’s foe, a piece of parched
earth dangling, drained and
dizzy from its unending thirst.
Weather rules day then night;
rain, sleet, ice, or snow grasp
gathering at will, builds walls,
halts life while still smirking;
for all man’s worth, he waits.
Water baptizes, transfers trader
to one tested by his faithfulness
now following Someone much
greater, who rules the waters
with a mighty, firm hand of power.
Waves of hope rise, tower above
like life giving sun at early dawn;
Living Water’s sacrifice brings new
life where desert land springs forth
new seed there, blooms in breeze.
P. Wolf; poet & author of Jemi’s Noble Quest
“Jesus answered and said to her, “Whoever drinks of this water will thirst again, but whoever drinks of the water that I shall give him will never thirst. But the water that I shall give him will become in him a fountain of water springing up into everlasting life.”John 4:13-14