I seek you. My
soul thirsts for
you. My flesh
longs.
I have seen
you in the
garden. Your
lovingkindness
is the song of
my lips.
I lift up my
hands to you.
You are marrow
to me. You
are the fat of
the land. My
joyful lips sing
of you upon my
bed through
the night watches.
I live in the
shadow of your
wings. In the
caress of your
right hand.
Mary Overheard in Conversation with Herself by Lesley-Anne Evans
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