Tuesday, July 27, 2010

The Void

Yearning fills me
emotion takes over
dying for connection 
I feel lost

Love surrounds me
friends and family
perfect Father
I feel alone

Deep down
lost to all
what is good
I feel wrong

Into the void
feel the deep
engage the pain
I feel sad

Run from the void
jettison myself
I feel dead

Will it fade
the haziness
clouding me
I feel empty

The void
always there
never filled
never satisfied

I feel hopeless

But I know there is hope...

Psalm 42: 2-5
  My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
         When shall I come and appear before God?
  My tears have been my food day and night,
         While they continually say to me,
is your God?”
  When I remember these
         I pour out my soul within me.
         For I used to go with the multitude;
         I went with them to the house of God,
         With the voice of joy and praise,
         With a multitude that kept a pilgrim feast.
  Why are you cast down, O my soul?
why are you disquieted within me?
         Hope in God, for I shall yet praise Him
For the help of His countenance.

1 comment:

  1. Your poem has a wonderful, melodic rhythm to it. Its melancholic style is deeply engaging and very moving, yet amidst this sadness, one finds hope. This is, indeed, a brilliant piece of writing.


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