“As the genuine religious impulse becomes dominant, adoration more and more takes charge. ‘I come to seek God because I need Him’, may be an adequate formula for prayer. ‘I come to adore His splendour, and fling myself and all that I have at His feet’, is the only possible formula for worship.”
― Evelyn Underhill

(the view from a window on a misty morning / Julie Cook / 2014)

Tremendous energies spent daily silencing the uncomfortable and palpable gnawing within the soul.

Running from rather than running to
Ignoring verses acknowledging
Fighting without yielding

Falling prostrate, keenly aware of all shortcomings
Drowning in a sea of sorrow
A call for mercy echoes along the walls

Hear me in my distress
Take me to your stillness
Quiet my racing thoughts

The heart of the soul is a consuming thirst which cannot be quenched,
a fire that cannot be extinguished,
a hunger that cannot be filled.

I am in need
You and you alone are the need
Hear my plea