Parchedby Ivan M. Granger
Original Language English
The parched know --
from an empty sky.
|-- from Real Thirst: Poetry of the Spiritual Journey, by Ivan M. Granger|
/ Image by CandyTX /
We've been having a heat wave where I live in Colorado, with unexpected rainstorms in the afternoons. Reminded me of this short poem I wrote some years ago...
There is a promise in every deep yearning. Every desire carries within it the seed of its own satisfaction. The trick is to relax into the tension of that yearning. Initially, it feels painful, like an unsatisfied thirst. But when the magnetic power of that thirst grows strong enough, it generates a heat vacuum within that summons rain to it.
So too with the thirst for God. Real thirst, real, all-consuming desire for the Divine, always brings a fulfilling response from heaven, no matter how lost the soul may feel.
Fulfillment descends like gentle rain from a still mind, an empty sky.