Hunger

I hunger for You

or, perhaps,

I want to hunger for You.

If only I could catch a glimpse.

I don’t ask for much.

I don’t place myself at the level of Moses,

do not request the sight of Your back.

Only a glimpse of Your heel,

the hem of Your robe,

perhaps.

Would that stir my heart toward hunger?

Would a glimpse whet my appetite for You?

Only for a shining moment, I fear.

I know myself, know how quick I am to distraction.

I often catch a glimpse of Your glory.

Morning light catching dew.

Pudgy hands serving a sibling.

Symphony chorus sounding in the twilight.

I often catch a glimpse, yet

I am quick to dismiss the glimpse for the fully seen.

Only You can make me hunger.

Only You can create new longing.

Only You can bring my desire to match my need.

Make me hunger for You

so that I am awake to each glimpse

and drawn to hunger yet more.

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