My spirit calls for something just out of reach
There is a yearning
inside,
my spirit calls for
something
just out of reach.
I can’t quite place it
it’s like an ache
or an emptiness
That needs filling.
Sometimes I feel it
in the melody.
The music
washes over my soul
like rain
soaking a parched ground
and I begin to feel it.
My tears with the haunting
refrain
maybe it’s in the
music.
Maybe it’s a need for
beauty,
the morning sky splashed
in colour.
The evening glow as the
day is done,
chasing the sun in its
perpetual glory.
Yes! Beauty of the
natural!
The tiny green shoot
forcing its way through
warming earth.
The ocean vast and endless
captures me, mesmerizes
and touches a small part
of the yearning
inside.
I need more of nature
then.
I will surround myself with
mountains, rivers, oceans
beaches, flowers.
I will adventure and
bask.
I will breathe deeply and
let beauty fill the
cracks inside.
But I sense it’s more-
not quite enough.
It’s the beginning, it’s like
a taste, still searching,
I can almost grasp it.
What? What am I
missing?
Is the beauty of nature
pointing me
to more?
Is it the hand of God
I see?
Is it the sweet echo of a
song once heard?
Is it God that fills
the empty?
Was I made for more
than the material world
I can see and grasp?
My spirit longs
for what only
can be filled
by God
Himself.
