Empty is what we lack,
The place to be filled with wonder.
Empty is what we are missing.
For we fill the empty ourselves,
We fill the empty with lesser lovers,
While true love waits outside.
Outside our empty waits what we lack.
We lack room to be filled for we have filled ourselves,
We have filled ourselves with what we think we are lacking.
Finding then we have no room for what we truly need.
Empty is what is missing for wonder waits beyond our empty.
(With thanks to Josuha Heschel, Skip Moen, and John Elderage)