I saw God on the western shore
He had a minute for me
Typically sky had opened
Goodness in his smile
He had brought his small wooden boat into the shallows
Where I myself was wading purposeless
He waved me down and told me to stop a while
The way he carried himself told me I was carrying too much
He took a cup from inside the boat
Filled up and said -do you have the kind of faith that would beat thirst?
The words destroyed me and inside I was distraught
On the surface of me I made myself look composed
He said -why are you pretending?
I said - because I am afraid my faith is weak
-Drink this water and celebrate this moment
-Which moment?
He handed me the cup
I drank it down, it killed my thirst
released my attachment renewed my vision
I thought it was the cup
He said -it's the faith you drink with
when you eat and drink faithless
You will slowly poison yourself
Can I keep the cup?
-No, just keep the faith
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