Unsatisfied
My soul drips with longing
Longings which I, even I, do not know, do not understand
The inner sound of those desires resonates off the chamber of my heart
It is not the echo of emptiness
Rather it is the reverberation of a heart set on the hope of greater things then these
It is not I who can satisfy me
It is the completion of all things, the capstone, the reconciler, the Christ
5 comments:
Well, these are just beautiful, your images and your musings. It is a retreat visiting here. Thank you, peace,
Diane
Diane,
Thank You. Your words mean much to someone who has not written in many, many months...
matt
loved this.
lovely poetry.
BEAUTIFUL!
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