This empty gloomy abyss
Perhaps tolerable if it consisted of nothing but dark silence
Instead it tugs at my heart and my soul with a thunderous roar
Making my whole being shake in waves of anxiety and dread
What is missing?
I yearn for that natural contentment
Which only belongs to the young and pure hearted
A connection with the One.
I pray, my arms extended, weeping:
“Oh God, please disregard my fruitless wishes. For if all thousand of them were hereby granted it would not bring me the happiness that I so long for. I repent and I ask for one thing: Take me into thee and fill me up with your light.”
One love, one pure love is all I need, and it’s His.
From him I came and to him I return.
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