The Living Water

Soul laid cracked on the shore

Bashed against rocks by waves that promised rising tides

Soul scratched by shards of broken shells

entangled by rotting weeds 

Heaving for life

Baking in sun

One last cry for salvation on crackled, bleeding lips

Then feet that float above the 

glassy 

power of the deep

press on soft sand next to the burning face of this one broken vessel

The David prince came to pour relief on soul.

Quenching moisture weaves its way through deep crevices, 

forgotten cracks in hidden caverns, 

and wounds scratched out by salt water streams

Soul gasps with refreshment, 

relief, 

revival

Grace upon grace 

Never ceasing

Leaves soul wondering what thirsty ever felt like.

-Melissa Pyle

“Jesus answered and said to her, “If you knew the gift of God, and who it is who says to you, ‘Give Me a drink,’ you would have asked Him, and He would have given you living water.”

‭‭John‬ ‭4:10