#25
You go to the well
Too many times
And find it dry
The meaning of this meditation.
My friend
A friend in Jesus
Doesn't make you mine.
Not even close
Not by a mile.
Offer Him your love
Water, refreshment.
What does He say?
If you only had ears to hear
And eyes to see.
Maybe a miracle
Will occur.
Anything is possible
Just about anything.
I've been to the well.
You remain deaf
You remain blind.
Read these words
And weep.
Sorrow follows
With quiet footsteps
On your heels, on mine.
April 25, 2008
© 2008 Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2008-04-26 at 06:57
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that emotion
You go to the well
Too many times
And find it dry
The meaning of this meditation.
My friend
A friend in Jesus
Doesn't make you mine.
Not even close
Not by a mile.
Offer Him your love
Water, refreshment.
What does He say?
If you only had ears to hear
And eyes to see.
Maybe a miracle
Will occur.
Anything is possible
Just about anything.
I've been to the well.
You remain deaf
You remain blind.
Read these words
And weep.
Sorrow follows
With quiet footsteps
On your heels, on mine.
April 25, 2008
© 2008 Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
Read 777 times
Written on 2008-04-26 at 06:57
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