The Challenge

[Kyrios]

Dry, parched sand, sun baked and cracked,
A thirst burns though me like a fire,
The first drop hits and the ground sighs,
I tilt my head to drink the sky,
Water falls, thunder all around,
Swallowing I lust for more, opening,
Swirling and dragging the flow starts,
A stream turns to a river where I stand,
The spring flood engulfs me and I dive,
Wanting more, uncaring for breath,
Swallowing the water pulled deeper, drowning
The desert is forgotten in the flow,
I let it take me, this spring flood,
Helpless in its grip, in bliss.