From Ann Glover O’Dell’s Midwifing the Soul:
A cup of water is
mirage to one who
desert sweltering
wonders if his thirst
will lead to death
or will be quenched
by what he knows
will mean his life.
And we who run
our faucets heedlessly
to water needlessly
a prestige lawn
do we consider how
daily it must be
to thirst for what
the rains give down
in purest form
to all the earth?
to quite imagine
how we might provide
for him who suffers
body drought?
and further
how provide
the wellspring
to quench the thirst
of dry parched souls?