Perhaps a part
of You working
what’s pleasing to You
in me
is displeasing
me with all I have
or feel that I have,
so that
so dis…
I don’t know,
disinterested?
disappointed?
disgusted?
disenchanted?
(I think that’s it…)
I’m unfulfilled while
full with it all.
Undo this deceit
that’s clearly failing me
Intimacy is a mist
indicating a shortcoming
indicating a superior flood
showing me I’m short-changed
when I chase it with a
cup,
thirstily seeking quenching
showing me I’m better off
looking for the Spring
(and just ditch the cup…)
There’s all but
to dip, swim, and drink
where there is
true quenching…
Disillusioned and burnt,
can I
(I know I may, but…)
somehow look up?
“If I find in myself desires which nothing in this world can satisfy, the only logical explanation is that I was made for another world.” C.S. Lewis
