Spring

           As a deer longs for flowing streams,
           so my soul longs for you, O God.

                           —Psalm 42.1

The hollow in the health of my cells
thirsts
for the water of you that is who I am,

and, still and waiting,
finds
the deep spring

cool and clear, flowing, and
drinks
deeply of what the earth gives of itself, unceasing.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net