May 2 2019

The Dark Night

A white-tailed deer drinks     from the creek; I want to drink God,     deep draughts of God. I’m thirsty for God-alive. I wonder, “Will I ever make it—     arrive and drink in God’s presence?” I’m on a diet of tears—     tears for breakfast, tears for supper. All day long     people knock at my door, Pestering,     “Where …

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