Thirsty Poem by Manger Born

Journeyed so long a land filled with the masses;
No consolation for a weary soul like me in a man-made temple or vessel alone.
The Son of Man has no place to lay HER head.
The 'take over' is here; no time for fear of loss or death of self
Childish games now stacked on the shelf...
Trudging through this murky sinew the discovery of life ANEW;
Shedding death with every breath just to live a life that's TRUE, for thou shall not LIE...
Oh, won't somebody give me a cool drink of water fore I DIE!

#Psalms Of My Heart 01/16/2012