and I wake with thirst
for the goodness I do not have.
for the goodness I do not have.
I walk out to the pond
and all the way God has
given us such beautiful lessons.
Oh Lord,
I was never a quick scholar but sulked and hunched over my books past the hour and the bell;
I was never a quick scholar but sulked and hunched over my books past the hour and the bell;
grant me, in your mercy,
a little more time.
Love for the earth and love for you are having such a long conversation in my heart.
Who knows what will finally happen or where I will be sent, yet already I have given a great many things away, expecting to be told to pack nothing, except the prayers which, with this thirst,
I am slowly learning.
