Dull Ache
A Dull Ache
Somewhere
In the middle
Growing larger
No longer little
A need
more insistent
Almost a sharp
Pain
Then becomes
a Joy
This, the means
You employ
To draw me
Closer
Your Spirit
Entices
I come to
a Sun,
Beautiful Light,
Perfection
Holding only
Life
Your Purity
Your Goodness
You breathe
Eternity
Return to me
I will return
To you
As my
Desire
Intensifies
I wonder
When it will
Be met
This ache
This longing
We all
Within feel
This unmet
Need
We constantly
Try to fill
With shallow
Thrills,
Cheap pleasures
Life can feel
Like walking
Uphill
With a heavy
load
Your beauty, God
the only real
goad
To continue
Earth
As it is now
Will never be
Utopia,
[perfection’s
power]
Only with
Christ’s return
Will that
For which we
Yearn
Be Met!
Revelation 7:9-10 After this I looked, and there before me
was a great multitude that no one could count, from every nation,
tribe, people and language, standing before the throne and before
the Lamb. They were wearing white robes and were holding palm
branches in their hands. And they cried out in a loud voice:
“Salvation belongs to our God, who sits on the throne, and to the Lamb.”
Revelation 7:17 For the Lamb at the center of the throne
will be their shepherd; ‘he will lead them to springs of
living water’, and ‘God will wipe away every tear from
their eyes’.
