Mary's Thirst

by Virginia M. Kimball, S.T.D.

Thirsting for my God,

like a deer searching

in forest hoping

for thaw (Psalm 42:1).

Searching in my soul,

a question shiv’ring

throughout self, hoping

Love’s real. (Psalm 42:2)

Crying, his mother,

as mothers sobbing,

she knows He’s dying

… she kneels.

Aching in her bones,

she knew our parting,

shattered world groaning

… she prays.

We thirst too, pleading

for we are needing;

fasting -- love healing

our flaw.

Parched for His Being,

through darkness walking …

she holds us balking;

in her gaze

Icon flowering,

            candlelight says:

her heart thirsts for us,
          all of our days.