Why do I feel this emptiness?
Like a sadness trying to break through?
I guess retail therapy, and distractions apparently, are taking me far, far from you.
I realize I expect hurried answers,
quick solutions to erase any pain,
But if I’m not careful, complacency is bearable and I’ll repeat this all over again.
Why, oh why can’t I remain in your presence?
Why isn’t your Word simply enough?
You let me sense distance, so in maybe that instant, I’ll turn to you when life gets tough.
How I picture you there right beside me,
as I follow you in all of your ways,
And I offer my hands up and surrender my full love in my quiet time with you everyday.
And I pour there over your scriptures,
digesting each little truth
on your words I am hanging, and then nowhere frankly,
would I rather be at than with you.
The Passionate Poet 