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)

1st publishing 3.17:2d 1.18

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s