Saturday, August 30, 2014

A Long-Ago Cry

Lord, I'm hungry on this day of fasting.
But a far worse hunger is the sense of Your absence
Your silence,
in which my shortfall
yells at me,
many facetted.

My heart and mind know
You are not absent
But my emotions are traumatised
with numbness
And icy.
I pray: the words seem hollow and void
As though I don't mean them

I sit in the silences
that a few days ago were pregnant with Your presence
and person
And my mind strays
And my head nods
And yet -
I know You are near as ever
And You grace still embraces me.

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