Living Water, a poem from Sarah Abbett

 

Living Water

I put my finger in
and feel the tug
while the water runs up my hand.

I pull away startled.
Notice something different: a surprise.

Tingling sparking,
water moving,
electric.

I put my hand in.
It washes my arm.
I can feel it’s living.
The water is alive.

I put my toes in to
feel it crawling, sneaking up me.

Finally, I take a sip and can feel it
within me.

A new drink for a new person
as it changes from
the inside out.

Glorious firework reaction,
wash over me.

Sarah Abbett may be reached at saved1a@aol.com and welcomes the chance to network with other writers!

One thought on “Living Water, a poem from Sarah Abbett

  1. very expressive about how some people need to investigate the Living Water before plunging into the Christian life.

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