{mama mondays} thirsty


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Beautiful mamas.

I came across this moving poem by Margaret Avison today.

Thirst

In the steeped evening

deer stand, not yet

drinking

beyond the rim of here;

and crystal blur

clears to the jet

stream, pure, onflowing:

a not yet known —

beyond the grasses where the deer

stand, deep in evening

still.

I read this and re-read it a few more times and my heart settled into a little pep talk.

Christie, are you that deer?

Are you not yet drinking from an onflowing stream of water?

Is it easier to just pretend you’re not thirsty?

And it seemed so clear that I (maybe you too?) have access to streams of living water (John 4) but I stand still.

I don’t dunk my head in it, gulp it down, soothe my parched throat and weary soul.

So what do you say dear ones, shall we take a drink?

Christie

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