what’s meant to be will be
Longing for what I don’t have,
aware of the great space between us,
not driven to fill it,
yet there is a loneliness, a waiting,
not sadness, not pathetic at all,
but a homesickness,
remembering what I long for,
not sadness, not pathetic at all,
but a homesickness,
remembering what I long for,
what I long to know,
patient with my unknowing,
and the dull, burning ache of my knowing,
trusting there is always more of love
than I can sense,
a great, wide solitude
and the dull, burning ache of my knowing,
trusting there is always more of love
than I can sense,
a great, wide solitude
I won’t clutter with less or other.
Such spaciousness leaves room
for these deep sighs
and profound joys
and mostly these calm, roomy smiles
I find sprinkled generously
throughout any given day.
ACL 4/11/15
(edited from Unfolding Light Waiting Thomas by Steve Garnaas-Holmes)
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