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jeremiah
jeremiah
jeremiah can you see me,
standing in the parched land
where no cistern holds water
for none flows
in the chambers of my own heart
jeremiah can you hear me,
foolishly digging reservoirs of emptiness
where cracked and crumbling rock
can hold no more than dust
and create no more than despair
jeremiah can you help me
hoping that my thirst will be quenched
yet nothing pours from a broken vessel
only suffering from the pit
and infliction from the prison
jeremiah do you watch me
making cisterns of idolatry and immorality
broken even as i excavate
yet i dig in vain
thirsting for that which i have yet to find
…myself
tolbert
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wayne tolbert
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