Living Water

A poem in response to Logion 74 from the Gospel of Thomas


I blink.

And realize…

the fountain I've been standing in front of is empty.

Always has been…

unbeknownst to me.

I grieve the water of this life I thought I knew.  The water that never was.

I stumble backward…. afraid … is everything not as it was?

And I fall.

Splash.

Into the deep well of Spirit and Life and Breath and Love

right here.  Inside me.

Come, Lord Jesus.

Jesus says,

O Lord,

Many have gathered around the fountain,

but there is nothing in the well.

(Logion 74)