By The Well Poem by obed Souza

The journey will be long …
The voice of silence is so loud!
My soul thirsts!
A silent tear insists on falling.
Weary and alone, I´ve set my armor down.
I am sitting by the well
I wish I were a hero,
But life insists on telling me this is not fiction,
I am not on the big screen,
It´s me: my very being, without any make up.
No! No surrender to death at all!
I chose to believe
And I ´ve come because I want to say
I ´m so tired, Lord
This long path …
This less travelled road I chose demands courage
It would be easier to see only the visible
But I dare to believe and seek out the unseen
I ´ve come to draw some water,
Because I shall not stop, I must walk on
I just want to draw some water
I cast all my loneliness on your feet,
And your feet… and my feet also…
This dust from the desert covering us …
You … so powerful, yet so close to me.
I ´ve come to share myself with you
And enjoy this refreshing encounter
I just want to be by this stream of living waters
Tomorrow is another day …
For now… I just want to share myself and my humanity with you …
Stay with me, and I shall find rest.
To lay down my very self in your presence
Full surrender of all I am and yet to be before you
And share these sweet moments of companionship
At this moment, when this void within me
Meet your Being
While drinking of you
My strength is renewed for this ongoing journey
And I willl rise up to the truth of being loved and accepted by you.
After all, wouldn´t you elect us ‘ friends ‘?
Instead of ‘ master ‘ you preferred to be a brother :
Son of man .