Thirst

Another morning and I wake with thirst for the
goodness I do not have. I walk out to the pond and
all the way God has given us such beautiful lessons.
Oh Lord, I was never a quick scholar but sulked
and hunched over my books past the hour and the
bell; grant me, in your mercy, a little more time.
Love for the earth and love for you are having such
a long conversation in my heart. Who knows what
will finally happen or where I will be sent, yet
already I have given a great many things away,
expecting to be told to pack nothing, except the
prayers which, with this thirst, I am slowly
learning.