JUST WATER by Freddy Bosco
I come home.
I am thirsty
From my journey.
Water is here:
Clear, pure, cold.
As I lift the glass
I am washed away
By the contentment
The relief of my thirst.
The water is gold to me.
I feel the taste
Of that which has no flavor.
All my life is in this:
I call my Lord,
He answers immediately.