Living In a Dry Land

The who choose to live in a dry land must live a very dry life--- too parched to sing, too dried out by what they call 'reason' to see, to see they have made it hollow, a partial thing, a blind thing.... They have made their world so arid even hope itself is scorched, whilst the human is left desiccated, no wetness left for good or evil, not even for the inscrutable miracle of love--- for in their sere minds all life shrivels, left withered, burnt fragments that once were courage, honor, faith--- but now they see an empty desert bounded by death, extinction, nothingness.... A man once came to them, in that barren land their seared souls had made and offered them water, water to make green and lush once again the world-- all done with water, the holiest of water that would lead them from a paradise to Paradise.... A few drank of the water, the water of life and hope and awareness and love, the water of Eternity--- but the others refused it, and fearing the man who brought it so much, they killed him. Two thousand years later, some drink from His water of Life, and others chose a shriveled life, too dry for hope, too dead for meaning.... [posted on Easter Day, 2022]