Mara's fountain
a poem
by
Marié Luyken
to find a place of rest
for I was weary, thirsty, sad -
began my burning quest
I searched for fountains near and far,
And though the perfect spring
lay quivering in the desert sun -
'twas my imagining.
Sometimes I drank, 'twas not enough
To fill my thirsty soul
It only filled me halfway through,
It never made me whole.
But then one day I found that spring
My search had reached its end,
I drank and drank and could not stop
I knew my heart would mend.
My life was perfect, without pain,
I lived from day to day,
The fountain was my life, my all,
I didn't have to pay.
How could I know I drank too much,
the spring just gave and more,
It never told me when to stop,
I dried it to its core.
And so I was alone again,
Distraught, in wretched need.
The one thing that I counted on
Could only sadly bleed,
I did not heed its crying call
to put mý thirst aside,
All that I needed I just took,
I saw not how it died.
My rage boiled over at my loss
lashed at my fountain still,
I turned in anger to my Lord,
He bent me to His will.
"My child," God said, "I'm not surprised
you wail your selfish loss.
You took and never really gave,
bemoaned your heavy cross,
When you go looking for a friend,
there's one thing you should see:
I am the everlasting Brook,
You have a friend in Me."
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Author's note: Should I change anything to the poem, I will upload the page again.