Thirsting for my God,

like a deer searching

in forest hoping

for thaw (Psalm 42:1).


Searching in my soul,

a question shivering

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.

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