Empty Wells
Opening your eyes, you see that you are surrounded by a forest.
Glancing to the skies, trees tower above your human size. These trees seem to be growing past the sun, their branches intertwine with each other’s, a natural umbrella.
Grazing the forest floor with your eyes, you notice no bugs or animals reside here.
There is no wind, no birds chirping. Just the sound of running water.
All of a sudden, a well appears. It has a stone barrier preventing you from falling.
Walking to it, you draw a cup full using the bucket already there.
The taste is sweet, like honey. After swallowing some more, a bitter aftertaste over powers your mouth.
Suddenly, a new well appears. This one several yards away. You taste its waters. It is sweeter than the last! But… the bitter aftertaste is more sour than before.
With the blink of an eye, hundreds of wells appear, calling you. They are scattered throughout the trees.
Each one you try is worse than the last. Nothing satisfies you for long,
Nothing
A lamb’s coo whispers by. Following this new sound you see another well at the center of a meadow.
This well is not the prettiest looking one, but still you are drawn to it.
Peering over the edge with your hands grasping the top, your reflection stares back. A ripple in the water breaks the perfect image of your face. Replacing it is two ragged beams crossed over each other.
Dare you try its waters? Will it wash away the bitterness in your mouth? Or add to it, like all the others?
Taking the plunge, you cup your hands and reach down. Bringing a palm full of icy cool water tp your lips, you timidly swallow.
A voice is heard through the trees, a still wind,
“You are forgiven”
Now you can forgive yourself as he has, or hold it against yourself.
He has covered your mistakes with the blood of the Lamb.
Let it go
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