In deep thirst, a desert stag will tear
open saguaro ribs with his teeth
and gorge on succulent heart, living sap.
This morning desire and grief for You
are the same ache. Welcome, hurt.
Enter and feast on my flesh. Become love.
Longing for flowing streams, You
nuzzle my chest. Your kiss drinks, devours
my core wound, now boundless well,
where Your power overshadows me.
This appears in the April 2019 issue of Sojourners
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