Release

Poetry: A cry from a famished soul

Flow from high places.

As the heavy dew clouds

hold back their waters and look upon

Mountain goats that caper,

Sunflowers with outstretched arms,

Surrounded by grass springy to touch.

Flow from high places.

Let your heaviness pour

Fill the dry places of my life.

My bones count the sand,

My veins decorate the surface,

I am lost within my thoughts,

Famished beyond measure.

My soul thirsts for you; my flesh faints for you, as in a dry and weary land where there is no water. ¹

The river bed within is parched

I caper as the goats, but I can’t find you.

My outstretched hands hang heavy

I am no longer fresh nor springy

Release.

Have mercy and release me.

¹ Ps 63: 1 The Bible, English Standard Version.

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