Crutch and Cistern
Broken and twisted gait
Crutches needed
For far too long
I think I am ready to let go.
Age old mechanisms
Survival needed
Modes to steady
Finally I am ready to release.
My legs are strong now.
Trusting muscles hold me.
Rock hard core
I don't need you anymore.
You crutch! You, cisterns.
Watered and fed me.
Carried me with stale drink.
My tastes have changed.
I know living water now
I know steady foundations
Will I release and let go?
Will I walk freely and drink fresh?
Hands off and letting go
I feel the wobble.
Worry floods...
Can my legs hold me?
As I walk free, I feel thirst.
Stagnant pools draw
Familiar tastes tug at my mouth.
Will I walk free from these crutches?
Written October 2020
John 8:36 "If the Son sets you free, you can be free indeed!"
Jeremiah 2:13 "My people have committed two sins: They have forsaken me,
the spring of living water, and have dug their own cisterns, broken cisterns
that cannot hold water."
