there is a forgotten longing; a secret hope.
i am waiting for an encounter.
i see its preamble through glimpses out the corner of my minds eye.
the soul of humanity waits as one.
no matter how dissonant our other cries may be
we all sing the same plea
while waiting for an encounter
very nice,concise.Divine discontent. I read. I love your work.
ReplyDeleteIt speks of the God-shaped hole in all of us. Very nice.
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