As a Deer Longs for Streams

📝Reflection

Nothing is as honest as the thirst of a deer running over parched ground. The poet is not ashamed of the longing within; rather, he looks straight at it. We often try to soothe thirst with something else, drinking whatever water is at hand without knowing our true thirst. But salt water only deepens the thirst. I gulped many cups busily, never asking what I was thirsty for. To know the true name of my own longing was the first step toward stopping the empty drinking.