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Psalm 63. Longing and Intimacy.
Father, she said it was a dry month. She did not mean dry like the books mean dry. She meant the kind of dry where the prayers leave the room before they finish. The kind where the same question, asked at the kitchen sink, has waited for an answer for forty-one days.
"You, God, are my God, earnestly I seek you; I thirst for you, my whole being longs for you, in a dry and parched land where there is no water." Psalm 63:1.
The thirst is not the absence of you. The thirst is your handwriting. She has been writing your name without knowing it. The way her body has been turning, six times a day, toward the window where the light comes in. That is also a prayer.