The water of Jesus
Hope springs eternal, Pope observed.
A blessing, a heavenly confirmation.
But, one day, the teachings suggest,
we shall grow weary of it.
Faintly odious it'll become,
oily, brackish on the tongue,
and lose its allure, just another meaningless
babble for our ears to endure.
We'll see it as a substitute,
a tainted approximation of the Living Water.
One day its grip shall loosen; we'll let it slip
downstream through our prayer-cupped hands.
We'll lose our way, one day, to that well,
so that we might find another, taking freely
the water of Jesus, springing up also
in the human breast - of life everlasting.
We'll partake of that water, o seekers,
and never thirst again.
O child of God, whosoever will, let him come
and take freely the Water of Life.