What I seek I rarely find
it really is a curiosity!
I thirst for things I can’t define
and when I drink I don’t find wine.
It slips within and causes ache
and then I wish I hadn’t tried.
The promise always seems alive,
I see it clearly before my eyes.
I reach to touch, the vapour goes –
now I feel the fool once more.
I want to hide; I yearn to slide,
beneath my chair and simply die.
Yet still the thirst won’t go away.
It is so real, it cries for more.
There’s so much water within an ocean,
yet none of it will answer thirst!
Can there be thirst without some drink,
that satisfies and doesn’t stink?
And so I wander seeking rest,
to drink – to find inheritance.
To grasp and hold the things that thrive,
that flourish in a heart that’s live.
I know this thirst can still be quenched,
’cause eyes that sing are satisfied!
Author – Bill Tidsbury