That I Wouldn’t Be Ok

That I wouldn’t be ok another day walking among the dead.
Starving hearts, broken lives, cancelled dreams.
No purpose, no safe harbor, no life.

That I wouldn’t be ok another day, clutching tightly the words of life.
Hoarding the words of life.
But that I would GIVE it to those- those who are dying all around me.

Make me as a cup of life-water.


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