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 me—softened by
the lushness of redemption—behind.
what quickening of the spirit we share!
nothing else will appease my hunger.
