My God, my soul thirsts for you,
as in a dry and weary land where there is no water.
My soul is satisfied
as with a rich feast,
—Psalm 63.1, 5
Yes, Beloved, both.
My soul is parched
and my emptiness gnaws at me.
I am filled, with more than I can take in.
My hunger for you drives me
to fruitful places and barren,
and I find you and fail to find you.
My thirst distorts my thinking,
clouds my eyes,
I am never without you.
My hunger never leaves me,
only hides in so many places,
at any moment I can stop
and be at peace,
for you are already here,
sumptuous feast set in the hall
of my desolate heart.
A river always being emptied,
always being filled.
I welcome my thirst.
I drink deeply of you.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net