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I long for you

as I would long for flowing streams in a dry land.

I long for You

as I would thirst for sips of water in a desert.

I want to see You.

My vision is distracted by tears in my eyes

when all I want is to behold your face.

I remember our spiritual community

where we drum and chant and join with beloved spirits.

When my soul is cast down, I remember you.

Deep calls to deep.

In day  memory finds you, in night memory holds you.

How can I go on mourning or feeling forgotten?

Hopeless will transform to hope.

I remember You.