I thirst for the spring water

14 Apr 2022 | Church | 0 comments

Whether I kneel or sit in prayer

These people know me

only in the thin hymns of

the mind, in the arid sermons

and prayers. I am the live God,

nailed fast to the old tree

of a nation by its unreal

tears. I thirst, I thirst

for the spring water. Draw it up

for me from your heart’s well and I will change

it to wine upon your unkissed lips.


R.S. Thomas (1913-2000), Ann Griffiths (1776-1805).

Notes from the Compiler


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