Water

Is that a hand on my shoulder?
Could this be a safe place?
Help me weep for all I could have been;
for all that the hands of my soul could not
hold on to...

I could drink the water of this safe place;
I could be renewed to find what still awaits me...

But this is not my place,
and this is not my water.
One more step, to be followed by another,
and then another;
I will believe that such places exist,
for I have seen one;
and this belief will bring me hope.

I will not always thirst as I do now.