My lover, my God... fill me with thrist. My lover, my God... insatiate my hunger.

As the new bloom thrists for the heat of the sun, the warm moisture of the air, the nourishment of the earth, so I thirst and hunger for more of you. You are love and lover and loved and bliss and perfect peace. In peace, I find more longing. In longing, I find more peace.

My lover, My God... hear my request.

Only you can ever fill the void in my soul that longs to be filled. You are the creator of the void and the void itself. Fill me, my lover, my God... Fill me.