The streets were filled with people;
Hustling, jostling, synchronised
scooting like a school of fish
humming excitedly, civilised.

A sudden surge of noise,
cacophonous shouts
Water Of Life springs forth
amidst the fractious routs.

I see the crown of his head;
He is loveliness and light,
and though I try to get to him,
I stumble and fall amidst the fight.

And I, a grain on the threshing floor
am trampled under foot
these years of pain and suffering
have not made me splinter-proof, but

I know that He can save me,
heal my body, mind and soul
I reach to touch the hem of His garment
and instantly I am whole.

He stops and asks “who touched my clothing?”
My entire being begins to shake,
with empty legs I kneel before Him,
I confess that my thirst, He slake.

His eyes burned into mine,
filled with love I have never known before
and with one breath He blew the chaf
and gathered me from the threshing floor.