The Angel of Thirst

The Angel of Thirst

When my thirsty yearning people come to drink from deeper streams,

to quench the greatest thirst of man,

a thirst beyond their dreams,

they leave the land of shallow springs,

and come to deeper waters here,

and for a time their thirst abates:

it abates, for a season, perhaps a year.

But always, always, their thirst returns,

and then again they come,

when their thirsting spirit yearns

to draw from deeper waters here,

to quench the greatest thirst of man,

a thirst beyond their dreams;

they drink, and drink, and drink,

these yearning thirsty people, in the land of deeper streams.

And The Thirsty Say:

We drink deeply, we who thirst,

and yet we never get enough.

Before the coming dreadful drought

we drink our fill,

and then for seasons go without.

But in its time our thirst compels:

we find and sound those ancient wells,

or dip our cups in flowing streams

that give us life beyond our dreams;

and from them draw their crystal healing waters,

and then we drink, and drink, and drink, again,

we who thirst.