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You say, “give me a drink”,

but my Lord

all the water I have

are tears

streaming down my face

they cannot satisfy your thirst,

as they spring from

a deep well in my soul

that only you can answer

only you can fill

it rains in my heart

these days

even when tears

don’t fall

Your eyes, deeper that

the ocean and the sky

married in one gaze,

penetrate into my heart;

I gasped

as from my tears

you drank

It’s like radar

that look of yours

drawing me into

your presence

which radiates delight,

yet to all the questions you ask

I have no words to say

but only tears

even when they

don’t fall

down my face

What is the use of prayer,

my dear Lord,

when you answer none

that are deep like

this Jacob’s well

you offer water of life

but answers

those that my heart thirsts for

are hard to tell

As soon as I said

these crooked words

of longing, of love,

I feel myself embraced,

by none other

than You Lord,

and now I know,

as my ears are led to rest

on your chest

that you have these same tears

in your soul

© Iva Beranek