The waters that call us to this place come from eternal springs flowing forth from a distant garden to spring forth from the heart so we might do the work of the one who sent us, work full and filling - work that sends us forward to our awaited future.This reflection/poem is Inspired by the text from the third week in Lent in the church calendar. Written by Kelly Hall and Phuc Luu, acting by Jeremy Wells, filmed by Josh Spires and music by Aural Method.
“Why do you test the Lord?”
Moses asks the unsatisfied,
people who left slavery
feverish work, the burden of taskmasters
who forced them to make bricks without straw
to build empires from the sweat of their brows.
Wandering loose in the desert,
they were still slaves of their hearts
un-liberated in their minds and souls.
Unaware of God’s presence with them,
manna in the morning
life from hard and difficult places
water from rock—
tasting salvation upon their lips,
Deep calls to deep
as our souls cry to you, Oh Lord
Asleep to the One who made earth and its seas
Not being able to see the glory in the suffering
The hope in the pain
We strive to make sense of our turmoil and toil
And often miss waters poured out,
around us and into us
to drink in the presence of God.
As we encounter the waters of Jacob’s well
Deep echoes back
but we continue to thirst
for waters not dug from the work of our hands
to not drink from empty wells
and broken cisterns, that carry nothingness.
Opening my eyes above these waters
I see myself
in a pool of memories
committed to filling my own cup
and sustaining my own thirst
trying to quench a parched soul
with one person or another
with one thing or another
coming back to the void and seeing myself looking back.
I have eaten bread from the labors of my hand
threshed through fields,
Cut my hands on thorns and thistles
land lashing back at me
exchanging one job for another
labor without end
Only to find eternal retirement
in the same dirt that I have tilled.
The waters that call us to this place
come from eternal springs
flowing forth from a distant garden
to feed fertile grounds
that yield a harvest of plenty
to fill dessert lands
to spring forth from the heart
so we might do the work of the one who sent us
work full and filling
that sends us forward to our awaited future.