26 Mar 2013

day one


times when my whole being
thirsts, deer-like,
for a fresh and gleaming
sense of You

a small voice
utters gently -
and I for you,

I fill you and I am never tired
of filling you with My love,
I delight in bestowing My grace
and holy residing in your
rough and ready heart,
times when you feel parched,
and yet still I am here.

I overflow from your longing -
beauty, mystery,
fullness of life.

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