800 Million

70 percent of the earth’s surface,
but for 800 million, that water is worthless
Nearly a billion people
suffering from this evil–
Lack of sanitation
or even consideration–
by their situation.
We take it for granted
cause we don’t understand that
thousands are dying,
salty tears that they still can’t drink.
Imagine what they’d give to have a working sink.
We live in a world of delusion,
gotta destroy the illusion
that the problem is quantity–
no, it’s simply distribution.
What we need’s
This is for humanity,
fighting inequality
and needless suffering
I think our hearts could stand a little softening.
This is the real world
with real people
But we hide behind church walls,
afraid to go beyond the shadows of our steeples
Right now,
Where you’re born,
determines when you die,
And I, I will not sit by
and watch my sisters try
in vain
to provide, for their families
with water that only makes them sicker
while we drown ourselves in liquor.
Babies who’ve never known the taste of purity
Played in the mud, grown up in poverty
They wail
for more milk
that their mommies don’t have in them to give
They live
in the slums of society
Is there no piety
We. Need. To fix this.
One dollar brings a four dollar return
and in doing brings something all people deserve:
It’s called life,
and for it, I will fight
I will stand
I will speak
until my voice is hoarse and my lungs are weak
until every human being is freed of this need
for a simple glass of water and something to eat.
This is life.
Let’s live for one another
Let’s live it for each other
Until the whole world stands
at His beautiful feet
And we’ve found, what it is
that we truly need:
The water
that breathes
that bleeds
that sees.

I wrote this poem a few months ago. The water crisis is an issue close to my heart; you can find my previous post on the topic here. If you want to learn more or make a donation toward helping solve this issue, check out the links below: 

https://www.dropbox.com/s/oonrjkqjk00qvm6/Clean%20Water.pdf?dl=0 (this is an extended version of the blog post linked to above)




A woman from Samaria came to draw water.
Jesus said to her, “Give me a drink.” 
(For his disciples had gone away into the city to buy food.)
The Samaritan woman said to him, “How is it that you, a Jew, ask for a drink from me, a woman of Samaria?”(For Jews have no dealings with Samaritans.)
Jesus answered her, “If you knew the gift of God, and who it is that is saying to you, ‘Give me a drink,’ you would have asked him, and he would have given you living water.”
The woman said to him, “Sir, you have nothing to draw water with, and the well is deep. Where do you get that living water? Are you greater than our father Jacob? He gave us the well and drank from it himself, as did his sons and his livestock.”
Jesus said to her, Everyone who drinks of this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks of the water that I will give him will never be thirsty again. The water that I will give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.”
The woman said to him, “Sir, give me this water, so that I will not be thirsty or have to come here to draw water again.”

John 4:7-15


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Breanna Joy

Once upon a time, in a far-away land, there was born one chill wintry day a lass who would come to be called Bre. She grew up whiling away the time upon myriad pursuits that would one day shift from pursuits to passions; creative, curious, and mischievous, she loved to read whatever she could manage to get her hands on (in particular novels, those of plot complex, world intriguing, and characters remarkable) — and read she did! She devoured words with so fierce a joy that she grew skillful in wielding such words as her own — story, journal, article, post and poem alike. For other arts, she also nurtured admiration. She loved in her heart the beauteous sound of music and the power it held over emotion and spirit. And she would work with her own hands to sketch and to paint and to correct and to create. One of her deepest passions was the stage, where she would take on a character as if an article of clothing, and live and breathe in another’s skin. In addition, the stories of times past and cultures distant enraptured her fascination, and she dreamed of one day venturing to explore these unknown lands. But these, these were nothing to the true heart of her soul. She found for herself a motley band of what can only be called friends–though some of whom were, truth be told, far more than that to her. They changed her being and resided in her heart. And so she lived, and loved, and dreamt. She dreamt of adventure and beauty and song and story and love and laughter. But far beyond anything else, did she strive with love toward her God. For this was her own great quest, or, if you will, her part in His own great story: to love those in the world, as He had loved her, when she had not loved Him–indeed, when she had turned from Him, hid from Him, rejected Him and ignored Him–He loved her enough to die for her. And so, because of this great love that now burned like a fire inside of her, a blazing beacon, she strove for a life lived in a beautiful harmony to Him who gave her a second chance. As she grew, she became confused, and doubting, and weak, and afraid, and unclean, and she would forget, and go to the world that was pressing at her to give in, in an attempt to satisfy her emptiness, though it would always leave her wanting. But always she would return, and be whole and filled again, made complete and beautiful in her soul. Storms would come and battles would rise; she would be tried and tested in many ways, and even so the story continues, but know ye this–He held her and led her all her days, and in the end, He would bring her to His own happily ever after.

4 thoughts on “800 Million”

    1. As I was typing it I was actually just considering that same thing! There’s a couple poems I want to do it with cause it’s just not the same written down as the way it sounds in my head with the rhythms and such. Maybe over Labor Day weekend when I have time 🙂

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