Famished
by Guglielmo Giaquinta
O my brother, I, too, have a soul
That cries without tears
That shouts even when silent
That seems to laugh, yet is dying.
My soul is famished,
But I desire no more husks;
They do not satisfy me --
They only disappoint.
I do not hunger for bread.
I do not thirst for water.
I am burning only for love.
I need Him alone.
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