My soul yearns and pines
for the courts of the Lord.
My heart and my flesh
cry out for the living God
Even the sparrow finds a home,
and the swallow a nest
in which she puts her young–
Your altars, O lord of Hosts,
my king and my God.
Psalm 84, 3-4
Lovely piece. So felt the yearning.
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It’s been a long time! Hope you are well.
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Hope you and yours are well, Victoria. Loving these verses you’re posting. Looking forward to hearing your poetic voice soon. ~Jen
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