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.

About Linda Kruschke

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.
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9 Responses to Drought of the Soul

  1. lillian says:

    Beautiful poem of faith.

  2. Sumana Roy says:

    yes it’s always there only we have to lower our buckets…beautiful…

  3. Waltermarks says:

    That is a great prayer. It’s like a psalm of forgiveness. Thank You!

  4. Grace says:

    Yes, the well is always there for our drawing. Thanks for the inspiring message Linda.

  5. Exactly Linda! What many great minds fail to realize sometimes. They can aspire higher if only discoveries had moved earlier. Clever lines!


  6. I hoped someone would have expressed this form of “drought” – the drought of the soul. You have touched this rather well, no surprise there, Linda!

  7. kanzensakura says:

    Wonderful Linda. Yes, it is we that fail and not God. He never know drought or deluge, only showers of blessings.

  8. 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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