amidst the monumental fullness of life,
emptiness is a necessity.

she enters me, deeply.

we sit on the rim of communion,
emptiness and i.

she steals my voice,
gifting me with silence.

and when we part, i leave
fragments of mesoftened by
the lushness of redemptionbehind.

what quickening of the spirit we share!

nothing else will appease my hunger.