Monday, October 27, 2008


There is a savage thirst
Created to be quenched
We drink of the deep sweet spring
Mourn for an ocean not yet seen.
A lonely traveler dreams of Sunday
Takes his rest, then on to Monday
And wanders on in promised hope
For eternal dawn
And shattered dark
The endless sea -
Thy love and mercy
Drowns our thirst
And fills the void left by Monday.

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