saturday 3:33pm

i must go deeper.
i crave it.
i will die if i do not know you.
if i do not know your love,
if i do not hear your voice,
and behold your beautiful face,
i will die, Lord.
my heart is broken,
constantly it weeps,
because i am seperate from you.
and so your words,
"can the wedding guests mourn
as long as the bridegroom is with them?
the days will come
when the bridegroom is taken away from them,
and then they will fast."
my heart mourns,
my spirit faints,
my soul is thirsty,
for i do not know you.
i must know you.