by Gideon Burton
The asking that outlasts the asking, knock
and seek and wait and search the cracks of day
for remnant revelations in the spray
of minutes measuring the spinning clock--
The burn of yearning, learning how to lock
that ache to see to know to feel to pray
in underwhispers pressing through the grey
and weighted waiting for the lifting fog--
The purge and clean of desert hungers set
and settled, finding sweet each droplet spare
and clear enough to know that in the air
so sharply dry suspended moisture mists
if we are still, if we are small, if wet
with thirsting we can feel the Spirit's kiss.
Photo: flickr - Nikky Stephen
Beautiful words!
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