Thirst No More

by Deacon Richard Lawrence

This desire for happiness – if any more

    this soul could scarcely bear the gift,

For happiness seems always to avoid my grasp

    like wrapping fingers ‘round a flowing drink.

And should I hold it in my hand,

    it teases me, but only for a moment,

then slips away, leaving this soul

    to thirst for more.

This desire for happiness – if any more

    this soul could know the Giver.

For a drink I would ask of Him instead,

    as did He the woman at the well.

And upon His hand I would press my lips,

    His fingers wrapped ‘round the Dipper filled full,

then sip the Living Water, leaving my soul

    to thirst no more.