August 2nd

“O God, you are my God; I seek you;
   my soul thirsts for you;
my flesh faints for you,
   as in a dry and weary land where there is no water.” Psalm 63:1

like a kitten tracking shadows
across a barren floor,
with each quivering breath
cradling too many tears to count,
i seek you
as i make my way, trying to avoid
the quicksand of grief.
shattered in pieces, parched by loneliness,
my soul longs for just a sip
of your grace, your peace, your life.
like a removal firm,
grief tries to empty one of
every memory
every moment
every touch.
yet,
as those arid winds whistle
through the echoes of night,
i remember your love
which cradles me, even when
i toss and turn, and so
i look for you to come
as dew on desert sands,
as hope’s whisper
in the silence of grief.

© 2025 Thom M. Shuman

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