Salt Leaven and Light

Bound in wretched desperation,

Stone heart sealed against more pain,

Fervant grasps for understanding,

As endless heartache falls like rain.

Salty droplets linger,

Filling the chill air,

Seeping deeply into crevices,

Drenching the ground,

But quenching no thirst,

Like a lost and leaky faucet,

In a state of disrepair.

With broken seal, and no replacement,

A steady drip of fevered pain,

Patches seek to stem the tide,

But all these efforts are in vain.

Tears fall into hidden puddles

Wet, muddy, cold

As night takes hold.

Then–Lo!–at sunrise,

A ray of light

At the sight

Of the Savior’s reflection,

Bursting forth with clarity,

Shining brilliantly,

Illuminating the gathered tears with

A remembrance

That hope is found in living water.

And I begin to drink.

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“For the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall feed them, and shall lead them unto living fountains of waters: and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes.” ~ Revelation 7:17