How We Hunger

Heaven’s Huge Love whose harmony haunts us,
Holy, Hidden One, we need help and hugs.
History’s hub, divine-human hinge, on high
hills we hunt, sing hymns, seek hints of you, Love.
Here, Jesus, hear and heal her hope-starved heart;
hold our hands, Love; hush his heady harangues.
How we hunger for your love, Holy Host!

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