Dry Wells

It used to be we’d gather ’round
the Well of Life, as one
A community, come together
to fill up and be nourished
As much by each other’s company
as our thirst was slaked by water
Now, we thirst and hunger more
as if blinded by self-determination
we each attempt to dig our own
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It gives a new meaning
to “holy ground”
All these dry wells
and still we hunger for community
for family…