As a deer longs for flowing streams, so my soul longs for you, O God.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God (Psalm 42.1-2)
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness,
for they will be filled (Matthew 5.6)
Kneeling with lifted hands,
the pain of brittle knee
matching my anguish of Your Absence;
waiting for You, O God;
the air, swirling silently ‘round me, the invisible staircase of Your breath
aching to echo the footfalls of Your coming.
Where, O God, are You?
I pray You,
satiate my soul’s hunger,
slake my soul’s thirst…
Ah, You are in the silence,
You are the Silence.
I quiet my pleas to match Your Presence.