And then one day, I got tired of looking
at pictures of waterfalls to quench my thirst.
Alluring as they were, I saw many others
tearing the shiny magazine pictures to pieces
“This way, I can keep a part of the waterfall forever!”
they told themselves.
And I, I went on a journey through the desert to find some water.
If I’ll be thirsty, may I be thirsty with other desert journeymen,
I told myself.
So I poked and prodded
around the corners of the earth,
looking for collection points.
I rejoiced with my fellow travelers
when we came across cacti and camels,
filling our canteens.
We filled and drank
and filled and drank
—it was endless, it seemed!
And then, it ended.
Walk on, journeyman.
You won’t find what you’re looking for out here,
yet the only way to find it is through the searching.
We walk on. Searching.
No more pictures of waterfalls to quench my thirst.
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O God, you are my God;
I will seek you eagerly.
My heart thirsts for you,
My body longs for you
In a land parched and exhausted,
Where no water can be found.
–David, Psalm 63 verse 1
