Desperate for the profound.
The deep and intense.
Revelation.
On the verge of breakthrough.
Its in my bones.
Not accustomed to the feeling,
Yet I welcome it.
Savour it.
It drives me.
Beyond insanity.
To a world of faith.
And hope.
I hope.
I hope in resurrection.
I breathe.
Because I have died.
Sometimes still.
And I hope.
I long.
For the deepest part of me to be satisfied.
Desperate.
Yet hoping.