Lord, why speak this word – “I thirst” – with your last breath?
Don’t you know that the last words of the dying
Are etched in the memories of the living?
Are pondered in their hearts?
Are cherished as reflecting the full stature of the life of the dying one?
Ah – could it be that this is your intent?
Could it be that this word is a parable,
As were so many words spoken during your life?
Those of us who were with you
Have heard you speak this word before –
To the woman of Samaria.
And your thirst became in her
“a fountain welling of living water leaping up to eternal life.”
Is this your intent now?
To make known to us this soul-thirst of yours,
This God-sized soul-thirst?
Once again – in your last breath
You cry out your thirst – this time to us
So that for all ages
Your thirst might again become a fountain of living water in us.
Let this word be etched in our memories
Pondered in our hearts
Cherished as reflecting the full stature of your life.
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