There is within each of us
A quiet clear pool of living water
Fed by the one deep Source
And inseparable from it,
But so often hidden
By a tangle of activity
That we may not know
Of its existence.
We can spend the proverbial forty years
Wandering in strange deserts,
Sinking unrewarding wells
And moving on, driven by our thirst,
But when we stop still long enough
To look inside ourselves, really look
Beyond our ideas about water
And what and where it should be,
We discover it was with us all the time,
That quiet clear pool which is ageless,
The meaning of our existence.
And the answer to all wanderings.
And as we drink,
We know what Jesus meant when he said
We'd never be thirsty again.
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