Thirst Quencher Thanksgiving

I saw parched zebras on the move Beneath the midday sun And knew each drink would help to soothe The throats of every one... The young and fit, the old and weak, The foolish and the wise, Yet in such thirst no soul's unique, Just find what God supplies... The water may be near or far, Yet only time will tell, Survival's like a guiding star, Just like a wishing well... Without good luck for such as these, How long could each stay strong? That's why the zebras felt unease, The signal something's wrong... And yet today's their lucky day, Their journey meets reward, Yet zebras know not how to pray, So they can't praise the Lord... Yet we're all human through and through, With hearts that learn to love, So let us pray, 'Lord, we thank You, For blessings from above...' Denis Martindale, copyright, May 2015. Poem based on a magnificent wildlife painting, by artist Stephen Gayford nb Google-search gayfordgallery and 'Stephen Gayford poetry'.