My Soul Thirsts

My spirit faints.
My soul thirsts.
And so to You, Lord,
I lift up my soul.

I lift up my soul.
I lift it up to You.

I stand in the grass,
in the stillness of dawn
and wait for You
at the water’s edge,

at this morning’s altar,
with the sunrise at my back
and casting everything
in divine radiance.

In Your glow, Lord,
in Your presence,
the Little Blue Heron
seems Heaven sent

as it stands in the water,
still, unmoving, watching
its own reflection as it searches
for food, for water.

Does it thirst for You, too?
Does it hunger for You, too?

I wait for You, Lord.
I wait for You today,
as I waited for You yesterday,
as I will wait for You tomorrow.

Amen

Psalm 143