Psalm XII

Njengexhama
Like a deer I come to You, thirsty,
Desperate for a taste of Your refreshing waters.
There it lies, Your endless pool.
A well-trodden path to the source tells me that many have come before I.
Yet I am gripped by hesitation,
Aware of the intense vulnerability demanded by this moment,
Aware of the unseen predators that lie hidden in the surrounding grasses,
Hungry, or perhaps thirsty, themselves.
My own fear is outweighed by the draw of the pool,
By its promise of refreshment,
By its promise of a living water to flow through me.
Timidly I emerge from my own hiding place among the tall grasses.
With every step I approach the freedom offered by the rejection of fear.
At the pool's edge I lower my head in submission and surrender,
Lapping up your water.
My quenched soul is satisfied and renewed.
Umphefumlo wam unxanelwe wena wedwa.