Lenten Devotional: Day 7

Confluents

Christina Rossetti
 
As rivers seek the sea,
  Much more deep than they,
So my soul seeks thee
  Far away:
As running rivers moan
On their course alone
  So I moan
  Left alone.
 
As the delicate rose
  To the sun’s sweet strength
Doth herself unclose,
  Breadth and length:
So spreads my heart to thee
Unveiled utterly,
  I to thee
  Utterly.
 
As morning dew exhales
  Sunwards pure and free,
So my spirit fails
  After thee:
As dew leaves not a trace
On the green earth’s face;
  I, no trace
  On thy face.
 
Its goal the river knows,
  Dewdrops find a way,
Sunlight cheers the rose
  In her day:
Shall I, lone sorrow past,
Find thee at the last?
  Sorrow past,
  Thee at last? 

Pray: Psalm 42

As a deer
thirsts for a stream,
so my soul
thirsts for You.
 
I start to weep,
I begin to moan,
then I say to my soul,
“Soul, why so cast down?
“Trust God,
“Hope again.”
 
As a deer
thirsts for a stream,
so my soul
thirsts for You.