"Sometimes, O God,
my thirst for you is pushed aside,
ignored,
or simply quenched by something other--
something reasonable,
something more popular--
than you.
But you never go away,
never stop,
never leave the depths of me.
Like an underground spring,
you are fresh and free,
breaking through.
Help me prepare a place for you
in the caverns of my soul.
Amen."
--Pamela Hawkins
"The Awkward Season: Prayers for Lent"
I do this far too often
push aside my thirst within
Even now
I sense the pull
to try to escape the emptiness
close out the questions
ignore the confusion I feel
I love that He never leaves me
never
leaves
me
This place within
that I long to fill
with something
to relieve
the emptiness--
this cavern--
It's open for His touch
His words
His
quiet whisper
A place for Him
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