emptied to be filled again

When the river dries up as in the African Savannah,
When grass fades, disappear, and all that is left- dirt and dust,
When trees yield no more leaves, becoming limp- slowly dying,
When animals perish from deficiency, nutrients diminished,
The earth grows a thirst, for birth of life....

The days are long
The days are slow
The days are easily forgotten
The days lethargically spent
A silent scream of frustration within

The bread of life is much needed.

Rain pours out and delivers life again...
The Spirit pours out, rejuvenates a weary soul...
Again this jar of clay filled with living water...