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 our empty with lesser lovers,

While true love waits outside.


Outside ourselves waits what we lack.


We lack room  to be filled , having filled ourselves with what we think we are lacking, we then have no room for what we truly need.


Empty is what is missing for wonder waits beyond our empty.



Wonder and Glory wait beyond being empty.




(With thanks to Abraham Heschel, Skip Moen, and John Elderage)

1st publishing 3.17;2d 1.18; Revised 19.04.03; 210430 (our-to-being last line) republished 191121;210430

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