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.

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