They go from drink to drink

versus “from strength to strength”

as promised by the Psalmist to whomever will send their thirsty roots down

deep into the water table of Truth.

Whether we understand the choice between the drink and the strength–

it will be one or the other for each of us on any and every given day.

The drink being whatever it is we will chase

for shelter from the dark assault

or from the languid drain of this confusing mess.

The very mess, which when embraced,

so ironically, and so irritatingly,

will become true drink

and our much longed-for shelter and strength.

Where there is no struggle, there is no strength.