My Thirst is Your Presence

With the boredom of the longest of days
I find myself in your presence

With the final plight of these pleasurable experiences
I find myself in your presence

The view of the sun’s final breaths, the gleaming of midnight stars, yes even with the endless sighs of the vast blue sea
I find myself in your presence

With the touch of the one who loves, the laughter that takes the lungs
I find myself in your presence

For when has it been enough? Your gift of thirst has become a comfort for my ever-longing heart, so even in my deepest, weakest sighs
I find myself in your presence

Cum fide – discipula Tua brevis