We don’t always know what we want
And rather than figure ourselves out
We’d rather just keep reaching for more.
We ingratiate ourselves with food
Because we feel empty
Yet its a different belly
That’s needing to be filled.
We feel like we’re drowning so
We rope people into our lives
Using them as rafts to keep ourselves afloat
Failing to see
That they are drowning too.
Our hearts are sick and beaten up
And so we throw ourselves into work
Building up lavish castles
That form a brilliant casket
For a dying heart.
Life is hard
And we don’t know how to reckon with it
And so we seek self-oblivion
Through screens in our faces
Until the distraction numbs an unchanged reality.
The tragedy of the modern world
Is that we are like a woman on an island
Surrounded by water but dying of thirst
So much activity, but so little progress
Richer than ever, but never more discontent
Always connected but so often
Alone.
Jesus answered her, “If you knew the gift of God, and who it is that is saying to you, ‘Give me a drink,’ you would have asked him, and he would have given you living water.”
-John 4:10
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