Water Of Life
Will you plan to save me,
From water of death
Now here to remind me,
Of my mortality?
You knew I had not forgotten,
Was it really necessary?

Hard’s been here.
Precarious and perilous
I sit in each new day,
Hoping you will find me,
Renewing my safe place.
You knew that I felt hollow,
Yet this must be your grace.

Copyright 2017. L.L. Shelton