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Tryst

January 24, 2021
By Sister Patricia Hayes, CSA

You gazed at me
through the window,
devouring me with your
soft, brown eyes.
Alive with longing,
heedless of risk,
I fled with you to the woods
where you fed me blueberries
and bathed me in the clear,
cool water of the brook.

That whole afternoon
we lay together
in the sun-dappled grasses,
our bodies warm, entwined,
touching along their entire length.
I couldn’t get close enough,
was starved for more of you.
I wanted to disappear
into the warm underbelly
of your heart.

“As a deer longs for running water,
so my soul longs for you O God.”