Drought of the Soul

In this wasteland
of trials and tribulation
pain and suffering
illness and loss
my soul longs for solace
for Your refreshing waters
but there is only drought

My soul is parched
cracking at its brittle seams
thirsting for Your well of grace

And yet I realize
the well is there for the drawing
it is I who have failed
to lower my bucket
and drink deeply


Yesterday at dVerse Poets Pub, Walter called for poems about either drought or deluge. I chose drought.

I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.


9 Responses

  1. Love iS
    thE God
    that works
    when sOught
    when fOUnd
    as practice
    oF liFE as LoVe..
    and never less than LoVE liFe
    100% hope.. faith.. and BeLief
    as Love Lives as HUman eYes..
    greAtest poWer oF God We aS LoVeNOW..:)

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