KCJ's Journal

Choices

I have been given a choice

I am so thirsty

There sits a bowl of water

It smells so stale

Do I drink now

Or do I walk on

I have been told

“Just a little further

There is a spring of oh so fresh water

Coming from the bowels of the Earth”

Do I drink from the stale, stagnant

Waters of the churches?

Or do I go farther and drink the fresh

Waters of the Mother Earth?

Just the smell gags me,

It smells of death.

I will walk on,

The freshness I smell

Draws me.

I can almost taste it

So cold and fresh on my tongue

So refreshing to my soul.

As I drink I feel the waters

Healing all the cuts and bruises from long

Long years of hurts.