Am I not the whole? Am I not all things
when I weep, and you the single one, who hears it?
Listen--don't you hear something?
Aren't there voices other than mine?
Is that a storm? I am one also...
That's when I want you--
you knower of my emptiness,
you unspeaking partner to my sorrow--
that's when I need you, God, like food.
1 comment:
this is so....Good. good like fresh water and smooth rocks and a willow branch.
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