Water

I’m beyond my own reach,
Self-sufficiency impeached,
Starfish displayed on the beach,
Arms splayed wide for all to see.

These roots were bound to be moved,
This guitar was badly in need of a tune,
I’d stare at the mirror and swoon
At reflected shadows in the room.

These roots could use a glass of water,
So I’m just standin’, askin’, Father,
Would You give me a drink of water?
Implication’s imminent, feeling parched and bothered.

If home is where the heart is,
Then a house is where we get jumpstarted,
Like a breath that fills your lungs halfhearted,
Is this stage of waiting to be regardened.

These roots could use a glass of water,
So I’m just standin’, askin’, Father,
Would You give me a drink of water?
I am feeling parched and bothered.

I’m not upset about today,
Not worried, tomorrow’s far away,
My mind’s not even really in a daze,
God, I just feel washed-out today,
Faded and grey, I pray I can wait,
For Your perfect time, for this storm to abate.

These roots stand in a glass of water,
So I’m just standin’, askin’, Father,
Lord, You quench my thirst with water
I’m not feeling parched and bothered.

Good God, You give everlasting water,
Time’s healing march won’t falter.