Jessica

Written by: Josiah Letchworth

 

Jessica, pass me a cup of cold water to drink

Filled from the fountain of life

That flows through your kitchen sink.

I can hear your call

From the end of the hall,

And I know there’s no time to think

Before it’s frozen over in the glass,

The choice to make each moment last

Or wait for eternity to pass.

 

Tell me now, Jessica, tell me all that I have at stake

As I question each decision

I’ve had the privileged freedom to make.

But how was it free

If I never could see

Down the roads that I chose not to take.

Like a babe inside a bulrush basket

Floats downstream without a mast,

I’ve been waiting for eternity to pass.

 

So we ran from the fire in the hallway to your living room.

Now, Jessica, lead me.

I want to believe

Everything that I know to be true.

You gave me your word

There was something you heard

When it burned without being consumed,

Whispered through the cloud of ash,

Not an answer given or question asked,

Only that eternity has already come to pass.