“Speak, for your servant is listening.” 1 Sam 3:10
here i am at the shores
that separate the land from the sea
where man’s wandering feet must stop
i wait to hear you call
the sun has risen and set
the gulls have tired of playing and left
the tides have come and gone
still i wait at the shores
you have called the prophet
you have called the fishermen
you have made them both priests
i wait to hear you call
waves after waves of words have washed
over the beaches of my mind
yet you left no words written in the sand
still i wait at the shores
could it be that’s all there is
just you and me sitting in darkness
nothing to separate nothing to say
waiting for my ship to come
Longing For Water 