Coincidence

Water.
The thought would not leave.
2:15pm.

No time to stop by home.
Or a gas station.

I consoled myself that there was a fountain outside the Eucharistic Chapel.
I had just left the hospital and due to a friend's house in 70 minutes.

The water fountain was turned off.
A leak in the plumbing.

I stepped into the airy coolness of the chapel.
And knelt in my favorite spot.
A hidden alcove next to the bookcase.

Jesus' eyes beheld me.
I glanced to my left.
A brand-new unopened water bottle sat on the shelf.

I didn't get a sip of water until three hours later.
I didn't drink that water bottle either.

My thirst was already soothed.

ps. Photo from the Franciscan Chapel in Independence, Missouri.

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