As a deer longs for flowing streams
so my soul longs for you, O God
My soul thirsts for you. When will I feel
that I can stand before you again?
Once I came before you easily and often.
Now-now I feel disquieted and lost.
I remember being glad to worship.
I remember leading others into your house
with praise and thanksgiving.
But now my soul is heavy within me.
I say to God, “Have you forgotten me?
I feel like a mockery of myself. Are you there?”
Why are you so disquieted, O my soul?
Deep calls to deep in the heart of the world.
The creative energy of the universe
throbs to those who listen.
Put your trust there. You will not be forsaken.
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