Where shall we find
the quenching
of our thirst..
once we’ve exhausted
all the water
in our deepest well?

Shall we prostrate
ourselves
to highest heavens
for the rain
to fall again?

Shall we abandon
everything we know
for promised lands
where rivers flow
abundantly?

Or shall we
simply just
give in to
scarcity?

Perhaps we’ll choose
to keep on digging
deeper still
through emptiness
of our old well.
Until we strike
upon more water..
or are stricken by
an even deeper thirst.

The thirst
for heaven,
only felt
by those
who choose
to dwell..
eternally
in depths
of their own
living hell.