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
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Yesterday at dVerse Poets Pub, Walter called for poems about either drought or deluge. I chose drought.
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Beautiful poem of faith.
yes it’s always there only we have to lower our buckets…beautiful…
That is a great prayer. It’s like a psalm of forgiveness. Thank You!
Yes, the well is always there for our drawing. Thanks for the inspiring message Linda.
Exactly Linda! What many great minds fail to realize sometimes. They can aspire higher if only discoveries had moved earlier. Clever lines!
Hank
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!
Thanks. It’s always a blessing when I remember to go back to the well.
Wonderful Linda. Yes, it is we that fail and not God. He never know drought or deluge, only showers of blessings.
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