River
I think of the beauty around me; I shed a tear.
A single stream that trickles from the river within.
The soul that flows through this earthly frame.
The river that longs to quench the desolate desert.
The wasteland: our world.
I am dry.
I am thirsty.
I am desolate.
Why does the river flow endlessly around me?
When will it flow through me and refresh this deep thirst?
I am dry.
I am thirsty,
I am desolate.
I am ready.
Ready to be quenched.
Let the river flow and soak me.
Words of Truth
My soul pours out overflowing until the dam breaks.
I don’t know what brings it on.
What the root is.
Breathing?
It might be in simple words strung together in whispering truths.
In the realization that I am not where I want to be.
But I am not where I once was.
I am growing.
Living?
The oxygen fills my lungs and reminds me yet again I am alive.
My soul flows as I reflect on my past year.
On pain, sorrow, joy.
Desolation?
After ruin comes to restoration.
Beautiful words. You are extremely talented.
Thank you so much Krista!
Wow! Isn’t it amazing to realize that God sees to the very heart & core of our being?
Your writing is amazing! Such a beautiful piece 🙂
Thank you so much Kali!!
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