early rising for filling up in order to pour out.
thread of when,where, how and who runs through mind at just over speed limit.
setting rest aside for more of the doing that is here for the taking. and sometimes tired knocks on door with thirst’s empty plastic bottle in hand.
but i dyslexic read thirst as crave for sweet and think of water last.
coffee dark-then-sugared-then-white is tendrils winding round me for holding up. quick handful of white-floured sweet dissolve into me but leave only need for more.
to fuel becomes sampling of anything that feels good enough at greeting, to mask truth—-there is no filling.
it all fades. thirst still standing, waits for me to see it.
with strength emptied out from good and hard and long days, my body whispers water. my mind declares sugar’s quick lift better.
until truth’s insisting breaks through, and i sip.
what seems like it cannot meet my barrel sized need, rises like building blocks stacked to quench.
a woman from samaria came to draw water. jesus said to her, “give me a drink.” (for his disciples had gone away into the city to buy food.) the samaritan woman said to him, “how is it that you, a jew, ask for a drink from me, a woman of samaria?” (for jews have no dealings with samaritans.) jesus answered her, “if you knew the gift of god, and who it is that is saying to you, ‘give me a drink,’ you would have asked him, and he would have given you living water.”the woman said to him, “sir, you have nothing to draw water with, and the well is deep. where do you get that living water? are you greater than our father jacob? he gave us the well and drank from it himself, as did his sons and his livestock.” jesus said to her, “everyone who drinks of this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks of the water that i will give him will never be thirsty again.the water that I will give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.
john 4.7-14 (ESV)