On: wanting

Today I asked, weak and wobbly: "Give me a sign. How much I now need one." Afraid the tides would pull me too far away... So I went a' wandering, asking, listening, waiting, expecting. You gave me no thing to point to as symbol, but you gave me yourself, reminding me that it's been in my weakest states that I've been most aware of your nearness.

Of course there was the giant field, and rackshack trailerhomes, and lingering mustard, and mustangs, and streetnames, and sky, and the songs, heard, weaving so many meanings, all beautiful and each a gift... I've been hungry, and I'm not ashamed to admit my cravings. But You've told me that you know them all. You understand me, and you're enough.

so,

thanks.