To the Dry - a poem

To the dry
To the thirsty
To the cracked lips
Let your breath be moist
Let your skin be brightened
Let your bloodshot eyes find rest
A cup of mercy has been poured out over you
The pits of your life are now living wells
The sharp stones are now fountains
The cracks are now deep streams
Be clean and be refreshed
Be satisfied forever
Be finally alive