Parched for God
Echoing in my soul,
such silence
as makes visible
the shape of a great hunger.
A panorama
of my past
unfolds to reveal
steady thirst.
I who come starving
and parched for God,
roar with delight
to discover
in life’s final trimester,
that I am She.
©Susa Silvermarie 2020
yes, Susa one
You are Her.
Sending reflections of sun
And volcanic smoke
From Guatemala.