Holy one, I love you
more than life itself
come, oh come to me
You pull me
as the moon pulls the sea
gentle, hidden, soft
irresistible
I ache for your embrace
never enough
couldn’t be enough
My soul sags
mind weary
Heart hopeful
ever hopeful
To know you
hear you
be touched
comforted
The crickets and I
will sing this song
through the night
Quaker Mystics 
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