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Hungry for the time you blessed me

I prayed and I could not sense you there.

I sat and I did not hear you.

I waited and you did not move.

I tried to know but I could not know that you held me.

Alas, I prayed for the feeling, not for you.

~Rev. Steve Garnaas-Holmes

Then, when I have given up, something unseen descends, something unknown arises, something within emerges. It is I. It is you, I AM, in me.

Sometimes still I cannot believe. But I can be here and let you.

Hungry (Falling on my Knees) by Kathryn Scott

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