Wednesday poetry

the river
psalm 63

We draw near to your waters,
a thirsty people
parched and begging
for our portion and more
than we deserve.

Our thirst makes us greedy and desperate,
frenzied and ultimately
relieved when we can see that the
water level remains unchanged
as we nobly attempt to drain you.

We float through your waters -
embracing one another,
giving thanks that we can float
and that the water isn’t solid
but has life and keeps pushing us onward.

The quickness of the current isn’t always natural,
yet we are learning not to fight
(as our fragile bodies do not do well with fatigue).

In due time you will take us where you will,
in the pace you’ve perfected over millennia.