Broken Wells

Cross to the coast of Cyprus and see,
send to Kedar and carefully inquire:
Where has anything like this been done?
Does any other nation change its gods?
—even though they are not gods at all!
But my people have changed their glory
for useless things.
Be horrified at this, heavens;
shudder, be appalled—oracle of the LORD.
Two evils my people have done:
they have forsaken me, the source of living waters;
They have dug themselves cisterns,
broken cisterns that cannot hold water.

Jeremiah 2:10-13

A desert of where no shadow dwells
I walk for days untold
to find the spring where water swells,
where green baptizes gold,
transforming all my barren fells—
but I my compass sold
and in my wake dug broken wells
that will no water hold.

Let darkness fall to hide the scar,
to swallow my debris
and show more clearly where you are,
distractions dark to me.
Then send me, Lord, your guiding star
and give me eyes to see
and strength to walk, however far
the road to you may be.

Oh, let me find the hidden spring
where living waters run.
Let me take root and there I'll cling
and bloom beneath the sun.
I'll wet my throat and praises sing,
and stand in silence then,
in awe of you, great mercy's king,
and never thirst again.