"an innocent hunger..."

her infant breath is
sweet with the milk of the
Word....

an innocent hunger that wells up
unbidden
from the
inner space of mercy...given,
extended,
released like the
perfume of crushed chamomile
on the heel of the Master...

trapped for so long
inside her
anger and her regret
she
begins to struggle free
and with
each injury forgiven, each
unkindness
released...she stretches and
grows into something
she could
never have imagined....

today she is
newborn of Spirit

and this new body of
being needs to be nourished,
it needs to be fed,
it thirsts for what will slake
the parched ground
of regret,
anger,
the tight fists of "why"

and it is the Word
that drops upon
the hurt-battered desert of
her guarded heart with its
sweet, insistent
"remember
remember
remember...
you are not the first
to feel this way,
and you will not be the
last...but we have
gone before you...prophets,
disciples, the rejected,
forgotten, stoned,
imprisoned, betrayed...
and we will feed you with our
stories,
we will bring you the living
waters of our lives
redeemed,
refreshed,
renewed in the river
of Jordan,
on the shores of the Galilean Sea,
from Jacob's well,
and the waterpots of a
Samaritan woman...

let our footprints
lead you
to the well within the
wilderness,
the place of resting
on the
cross...

resting
in His hands,
may you taste
the
sweetness of your
own
purity
in
the milk
of
the
Word...