What is this insistent longing in my soul that cries out for
you, when, yet, it is but You that satisfies my soul. I look for another, and yet, there is no
other but You. Alone in a desert there
is You. Each face in the crowd, every
phrase uttered aloud, longing for You.
And here You are, and here You are, and here You are, You are here. Am I sleeping? Am I blind?
I am lost when not chanting your name.
I am in fear when I forget. I
face false realities. Let them fall from
me, until You is all that I see. For You
is all I can be.
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