Are you thirsty?
Some of the
Coolest
Most refreshing
Deepest cleansing
Absolutely soothing
W A T E R
doesn’t come from a faucet
Doesn’t pour from a pitcher
Doesn’t spill from a glass
Doesn’t cascade down from the sky

Are you thirsty
Sip with your eyes
Drink with your fingers
Gulp with your ears

Have your fill
And then go about
Quenching
Another’s dripless
Yearning

It’s not so much
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME
YOU DRANK YOUR FILL
so much as 
WHEN  WAS  THE  LAST  TIME
YOU  QUENCHED  A  THIRST.            .            .

If you’re not letting
YOUR   WATER
f               l               o               w
you are
stinking stagnant .            .            .

T H I R S T Y ?
For what, exactly?
For
literally
something to drink
or metaphorically
for something more fulfilling for the
s o u l
. . .with a cup of coffee
or a cooler drink
by my side
COVID19
keeps sending me back to

and instead of turning the page
I’ve hovered over poem,
THIRST
(again and again)
Another morning and I wake with thirst 
For the goodness I do not have. I walk
Out to the pond and all the way God has
Given us such beautiful lessons. Oh Lord,
I was never a quick scholar but sulked 
And hunched over my books past the
Hour and the bell; grant me, in your
Mercy, a little more time. Love for the earth and love for you are having such a 
Long conversation in my heart. Who
Knows  what will finally happen or
Where I will be sent, yet already I have 
Given a great many things away, expecting
To be told to pack nothing, except the
Prayers, which with this thirst, I am
Slowly learning.

I’ve always been in awe
of how a drop of water
has the power of a tsunami
if it hits
on the right shore. . .
and more
. . .supplies a
q u e n c h i n g

I F. . .
A drop of water can be an ocean
A sliver of light can be the sun
A word can be a library
A note can be a symphony
A touch can be a cure
A morsel can be a banquet
A lesson can be an entire education
A step can be a completed marathon
A stickman can be a masterpiece
A loving act can be a lifestyle
A grape can be a raisin
A caterpillar can be a butterfly
I F. . .
shared
I F. . .
recognized
I F. . .
accepted
I F. . .
applied
I F. . .

You’re spending time
wondering if my glass
is half empty
or half full
you’ll never be able to
f u l l y
drink from the
c u p
I
offer
and surely
THE QUENCHING
you
thirst

Be
the never ending
QUENCHING