“My soul thirsts
for God,
for the living God.” Psalm 42:2
knowing how
parched
is my soul, the
barkeep
pulls out the
bottle of aged
death, nodding as
he starts
to pour, then
smiling as i say,
‘make it a double,’
not noticing you
outside,
handing out
bottles of life
distilled in your
heart
© 2020 Thom M.
Shuman
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