Psalm 42:1

Down deep in the earth, 

   where abides the unseen

     the thirsty dry earth

       longs for the waters

         which have always come

from the high places above.

Towering trees send sprawling roots, 

     down, and then down some more, 

       even though hope is not below

         but above in the abode of clouds

            where the water gathers and waits

for the Hand holding it to let it loose.

Deep down in this soul of mine

     where abides the unseen,

       "my soul thirsts for God,   

           for the living God..."

             as doth the deer for flowing streams,

"so my soul longs for You, O God."