A dry land in a dry month–
grey sky, grey stone, grey sand.
Never thirsty, always thirsting
unable to remain; driven
from water to water.
We no longer dream of earth,
but of water, water afar off.
We are dryness incarnate –
Thirst that walks upright.
As we walk we see water,
water everywhere. Water afar off.
Surely the water is who we seek;
What we seek must be in the well,
the well we haven’t yet found,
The well afar off.
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i wrote this during my first year in divinity (fall '76) -- it reflects the searching, the dislocation, that i felt as i began my formation. by second year the journey becomes inward --- even more dislocating and uncomfortable . . .
The Harvest of Souls Crossover is a story that is exciting, vigorous, and full of suspense about the fight of good and evil in two realms, the light and dark world. The Howdy Family is determined to defeat the world of darkness, led by the seemingly
I can see the mirage that looks like water....very thirsty write...let my go make some coffee.....
This is excellent...