I wake up in it, languish in it
Work all day there too
Thirsty for it, hungry for it
Colors all I do
Need it some and want it more
Will not go without
Won’t keep silent, gonna say it
Whisper now, then shout
Ever nearer/growing dearer
With a quickened pace
Exile isn’t kingdom building!
Father, grant us grace . . .
Photograph “Forbidden No Longer” 2018 Timothy Waugh