A Soul Thirsting in a Dry Land
In a dry and weary land where there is no water, my soul thirsts, my whole body longs.
In the "dry land" of my life, what do I long for most intensely?
📝Reflection
This poem is said to have been written in the wilderness. The thirst of a waterless desert becomes a mirror of the soul's longing. What is striking is that the most intense yearning is born in the driest place. In abundance we forget what we truly want; only lack points to it clearly. When my life ran dry, I only despaired. But that dry land was the most honest teacher of what I could not live without. Thirst was not a curse but also a compass pointing the way.
🌱Apply It Today
If some lack weighs on you these days, ask: "what is this lack teaching me about what I hold precious?"
This verse is read as universal humanistic wisdom, not religion — no faith is promoted, and the reflection is 100% original ONGO content.