A thirst

After Psalm 42

A thirst, parched

a thirst, unslaked

asking when

eating tears, tears

leaving thirst behind

I walk through 

a desert, seeking,

and instead of finding,

I am found

I walk with a multitude 

singing, our voices pouring

into our souls, walking

to the house

The soul turns to memory

of crossing the river, fearful

and faithful, standing

on the mountain, fearful

and faithful, watching

the waterfall, its force

sweeping over

My thirst, unslaked, finds

water

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