“Daughter, I Thirst”

I look up to your face and see your lips moving. “Daughter, I thirst.” 

But this overbearing whisper in my ear tells me “How can he possibly be hurt?” 

“Daughter, I thirst. Please.”

But I’m convinced that if I wait just a little bit longer your crying will cease 

“Daughter, I thirst; that is my desire.” 

But I know if I take one step closer to you I will be engulfed by an unquenchable fire.

“Daughter, please. A drink that is all that I ask”

Well if that’s all, I guess I can commit to such a task. 

But before I can move, the guard picks up the spear and stabs it straight through my chest

He brings to your lips the heart plucked from my breast.  

You do not drink but you breath into it a final breathe. 

You say “It is finished” and come face to face with the doors of death

Now I am left at your feet with a heart that feels a longing pain

The wounds have healed but there is a never ceasing strain

I hear a voice, “Daughter, what can I do? Tell me now.” 

But I don’t think I could even articulate to myself how. 

“Daughter, I gave you the words already. What is it you require?” 

I am then satisfied with an unquenchable fire as I say

“Father, I thirst. That is my desire.”