Buen Friday

Ready to take on this last day, in remembrance of the ultimate sacrifice that paid for my all.
In reflection of the past 40-some days of lent, a poem.
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My thirst, unquenchable by the world
No single thing that can capture my all
The dry hours in my stillness,
reminding me of my failing attempts to satisfy the soul


This cry in my thirst,
triggered by my inability to replenish the self
At the marks of my belief,
I come bare with all my darkness exposed
For in that place, the longings of my parched soul are met;
in that moment, this self is held in secured captivity


Loss for words, in my blinded sight of Your grace
Weakened knees folded in my surrender
This pursuit of love you display,
silencing me in awe, 
unashamed in my brokenness


What I confess may fleet in the eyes of men
but in Your sight, take account Lord
May my obedience not be temporal
Make this transformation settle into stone
Take this thirsty heart, in its entirety
for I know you satisfy in whole.