Longing

You, God, are my God, earnestly I seek you; I thirst for you, my whole being longs for you, in a dry and parched land where there is no water. Psalm 63;1

The cracked ground cries out,

I hear its murmur..of longing

and hope beyond all sight and sense.

Seeing might not be believing,

more senses and hunches

and whispers of new horizons.

Hope, amongst tears of longing

for possibilities waiting to be born,

longing to rain down

on the parched earth

of the Creator of all.

The whisperer and guide

and gatherer of hopes and fears.

The blesser of our moments.

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