"He that believeth on me, as the scripture hath said,

out of his belly shall flow rivers of living water."

- John 7:38 -

Like a glass waiting to be filled
I looked around expectantly; but

Being filled doesn't always come
from the external
where we yearn to be touched,
where the heart is answered with words
or a humanly caress,
where the soul is satisfied
with so little
when life is a mess

The thirst of my soul
cannot be quenched by
mother’s milk
or lover’s nectar; so why
mourn the milk and
pine for the nectar when
I carry within me
A promise fulfilled?
A well
Of living water
in my very own belly.

The living water is a fire
that never goes out
It is poured in cool, but it infinitely burns hot

My longing for you
Will not abate
But I’ll survive and thrive
While I wait

Milk – the past
Nectar – the future
But parched today
God show me the way
to drink from the well
You placed in my belly
and be grateful
it never runs dry.

rainbowrev &jakuper

(6/21/08)