“I hear you sigh in thirst,
tired of feeling so dry and cracked open,
longing for an oasis to appear and refresh your soul.
I hear you, and I AM
your oasis even here in the desert.
I AM the hidden stream for your roots to discover,
and I AM your hope
for an unfathomable well, even before
you find and savor the fresh waters of the well itself.
I hear you breaking;
fear not, for I am the green pliability
that can revive the stiffened branches of your faith.”
There is hope for the tree
And there is hope for me.
I am not cut down to noghint
I know the water will come
I can rest now.
I can wait in this hallway
For a door
For a window
I will enjoy this wait
I will fill my time
And wait for You.
Because there is hope for the tree
And there is hope for me.
Okay, the first line is supposed to be “I am not cut down to nothing.”