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]
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