Grit attacks my face,
I smile but my lips stick to my teeth.
The oasis that I came from has disappeared,
I can only hope another one exists.
Tumbleweeds play together in the sand,
Lizards sun next to each other.
And yet I’m a grain of sand who can’t find my friend.
A glimmer rises on the horizon.
It’s just a mirage, right?
Yet as I move toward it,
I see a man sitting next to a well.
He calls me by name, yet I don’t know him.
Taking the water, I’m only more parched.
He tells me that I have a soul, how does he know?
Cupped in his hand, he says, is living water.
Closing my eyes, I drink and wipe off my face.
Horrified, I see my hand dripping with his blood.
And yet, now I can smile.
The man takes my hand in his pierced one,
Says he’ll take me to calm waters,
But I know I’m already traveling
With the most fulfilling oasis.
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