Thirst

By Mary Oliver

Another morning and I wake with thirst

for the goodness I do not have. I walk

out to the pond and all the way god has

given us such beautiful lessons. Oh Lord,

I was never a quick scholar but sulked

and hunched over my books past the

hour and the bell; grant me, in your

mercy, a little more time. Love for the

earth and love for you are having such a

long conversation in my heart. Who

knows what will finally happen or

where I will be sent, yet already I have

given a great many things away, expect-

ing to be told to pack nothing, except the

prayers which, with this thirst, I am

slowly learning.

Andrew Raczkowski, one of several artists from Austin Special Chicago, who will be displaying their art at Everybody's Coffee, July 10 - August 7

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