- Apr 25, 2020
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Hello! Peace be with you today. This is my latest poem and is a new form of poetry (to me) that I am experimenting with. I'm not sure if it has a name, but I would like to tell a story with my poetry (while at the same time bringing glory to Jesus.) I hope you enjoy this poem. Please do tell what you think!
Travelling through this vast and barren desert,
There is not an ounce of water to be seen for miles.
In the sky, nary a cloud, nor a drop of dew or rain,
What I would give for a cold cup of water!
Scorpions with fierce stingers roam the sands,
There are buzzards hovering menacingly overhead.
Nary a stream or pond in sight, not one drop of water.
What I would give for a drop of water on my tongue!
There is no shade to be found in this desert,
But cacti and prickly bushes, the sun is scorching overhead.
The air is brittle and dry with air which zaps the life out of me.
What I would give to look upon a puddle of mud!
Venomous snakes roam and hunt the vermin of the desert dunes,
I've nary a stick nor torch to fend the venomous creatures off with.
They watch me intently as I pass by, waiting for their moment to strike.
What I would give for a drop of dew to fall from the sky!
Bandits roam these lands, I hide behind the dunes for protection.
When they found me, they beat me, and left me for dead,
Stealing what money I had, and taking my food.
I am left with nothing.
The nights are cold, there is no shelter for me here.
Hair full of sand, sandals not fit to wear,
My robes are tattered and filthy, and my stomach groans from neglect.
I have been stung, bitten, beaten and robbed.
I am a desolate man, in these desolate sands.
Sorrows and misery in this barren wasteland.
Not even a stone to fend for myself,
Not even a twig to raise in my defense.
I weeped and moaned and cried into the night,
For I feared that I would surely lose my only life.
The creatures of the night heard me bellow out loudly,
I am a fallen man, no longer do I think of myself proudly.
I continued my march through the barren dry desert,
Between two dunes which became tall mountains,
Where some shade was found for me hopefully,
For I seek shade and water, and rest for my feet.
Wait, what is that?! In that valley yonder - on the valley floor,
Is it what I see, a well, here for me?!
May I take then this water, and drink happily?
Will someone run me off, may I drink gleefully?
I looked hither and thither, and yonder back again,
Wen I saw a man with garments so kingly,
Who approached, and said to drink freely,
From the water which gives life, and think not of previous strife.
I drank from the water, so cool and crisp on my tongue,
The feeling of nourishing drink was more than I could bear,
And I broke out in my tears, and weeped on the man's shoulder,
Who wiped away all my tears, and told me to weep no longer.
The man looked at me with eyes full of power,
His countenance was that of a mighty war-like tower,
His eyes still fill me with dread to this very hour.
Then, He spoke with a voice that would make the mighty man cower, saying,
"For I am the well with water which gives life eternal,
You have drunken of which and will have life forever,
Never again will your tongue thirst for water,
For you have drunk of the living water, flowing from the lamb of God."
The man in kingly attire then lead me across the dunes of the valley,
And I saw yonder paradise, waiting for me,
Filled with fruit trees and milk cows, and honey bees and drinking fountains,
The streets were paved with gold, and the harp and lyre never ceased to be played.
There the weary men of the desert laid,
And I asked the man if I could stay,
Who replied with a warm smile and said that I may,
For the price of my sins had already been paid.
Travelling through this vast and barren desert,
There is not an ounce of water to be seen for miles.
In the sky, nary a cloud, nor a drop of dew or rain,
What I would give for a cold cup of water!
Scorpions with fierce stingers roam the sands,
There are buzzards hovering menacingly overhead.
Nary a stream or pond in sight, not one drop of water.
What I would give for a drop of water on my tongue!
There is no shade to be found in this desert,
But cacti and prickly bushes, the sun is scorching overhead.
The air is brittle and dry with air which zaps the life out of me.
What I would give to look upon a puddle of mud!
Venomous snakes roam and hunt the vermin of the desert dunes,
I've nary a stick nor torch to fend the venomous creatures off with.
They watch me intently as I pass by, waiting for their moment to strike.
What I would give for a drop of dew to fall from the sky!
Bandits roam these lands, I hide behind the dunes for protection.
When they found me, they beat me, and left me for dead,
Stealing what money I had, and taking my food.
I am left with nothing.
The nights are cold, there is no shelter for me here.
Hair full of sand, sandals not fit to wear,
My robes are tattered and filthy, and my stomach groans from neglect.
I have been stung, bitten, beaten and robbed.
I am a desolate man, in these desolate sands.
Sorrows and misery in this barren wasteland.
Not even a stone to fend for myself,
Not even a twig to raise in my defense.
I weeped and moaned and cried into the night,
For I feared that I would surely lose my only life.
The creatures of the night heard me bellow out loudly,
I am a fallen man, no longer do I think of myself proudly.
I continued my march through the barren dry desert,
Between two dunes which became tall mountains,
Where some shade was found for me hopefully,
For I seek shade and water, and rest for my feet.
Wait, what is that?! In that valley yonder - on the valley floor,
Is it what I see, a well, here for me?!
May I take then this water, and drink happily?
Will someone run me off, may I drink gleefully?
I looked hither and thither, and yonder back again,
Wen I saw a man with garments so kingly,
Who approached, and said to drink freely,
From the water which gives life, and think not of previous strife.
I drank from the water, so cool and crisp on my tongue,
The feeling of nourishing drink was more than I could bear,
And I broke out in my tears, and weeped on the man's shoulder,
Who wiped away all my tears, and told me to weep no longer.
The man looked at me with eyes full of power,
His countenance was that of a mighty war-like tower,
His eyes still fill me with dread to this very hour.
Then, He spoke with a voice that would make the mighty man cower, saying,
"For I am the well with water which gives life eternal,
You have drunken of which and will have life forever,
Never again will your tongue thirst for water,
For you have drunk of the living water, flowing from the lamb of God."
The man in kingly attire then lead me across the dunes of the valley,
And I saw yonder paradise, waiting for me,
Filled with fruit trees and milk cows, and honey bees and drinking fountains,
The streets were paved with gold, and the harp and lyre never ceased to be played.
There the weary men of the desert laid,
And I asked the man if I could stay,
Who replied with a warm smile and said that I may,
For the price of my sins had already been paid.
