tied/slave to God

There is some water/life in a cup/body I find in my hand and I never cease being thirsty/life-desiring. Many faucets/means-to-life, with an ever-so-gradually decreasing flow of water, around me where I can refill the cup but there are no storage tanks – just cups and flowing water. I can either be tied/slave to those faucets and watch in horror as the water runs out for me and others. Or I can accept the invitation to be tied to the water-well from which all faucets get their water and start to live/drink from my cup like I am never going to run out of water. I find the Qurn inviting me to tie myself to, enter into, dependence on the well, the endless source of water and every beauty and goodness that it carries with it and brings about, so that I won’t make my heart/soul suffer the terrors of thirst and drought. To the extent the safety of realizing there is a well is precious to me, to that extent tying myself to it, turning to it, connecting with it is precious. and to the extent all faucets connect me to that well in my mind/awareness, the well is in every faucet around me and I find in myself no need to run away to some far away or special place, away from any given faucet, to get to the well. If faucets matter, then some are more important than others. If the well matters, all faucets matter equally and nowhere is without the well. My mind says, take the invitation. Be slave to the source, God, so that you can find the refuge and safety your thirsty soul needs. Its not complicated in the formal sense. But in lived life, the terror of faucets drying up is felt deeply and its very complicated to realize that its a faucet one had tied oneself to, without the well, that is the problem and the only real help is to remember the invitation again and accept it again and not to find some faucet to replace the one thats drying up.