inarticulate

I have been meditating on this for several days. It makes sense to me. Thank you for sharing it, Matthew!
“How inarticulate are the longings of my soul, O God, yet how acute are its pangs. How incapable am I in understanding those longings, let alone, in tending them. Feed me with food, O God, that will best nourish my soul, food that will intensify rather than satisfy my love for you and my longing to be with you.

Awaken every eternal seed You have planted in my soul so while I am yet rooted in this earth something of heaven might blossom in my life.”

Ken Gire

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