If faith is a thirst I am a deer in the desert, desperate and dying
If faith is a thirst I am sunk into weight of
heaviness
dreaming of their divorce as if it were mine all over
again
crying for a rapidly spreading cancer
call it one
year – maybe. Could be less.
When will I feel the face of
God?
Deep calls to deep and waters rise
so sing the old
songs and pray the old prayers
oh my soul, I’ve got nothing
else.
Everything that remains is silence.
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