as the deer pants for the water,
so my soul longs for something I can’t seem to put my finger on
was it love? approval? validation? success?
somehow, these things taste sweet for a moment,
but then they’re gone and I’m empty,
hollow
unsatisfied
my throat is parched and my belly is empty
even though I’m constantly consuming
I am never satisfied
but oh, Your love
Your goodness and grace
Your kindness and compassion
Your mercy and truth
I have tasted and seen that it is good and everlasting
how often I forget that
Your words are life
Your presence is breath
You are the living water
And Yours is an open invitation to come, drink
and never thirst again.