I live in longing My doors are footprints My windows moving shadows My walls longing colours Coloured rigid squares In this room of longing A flood is coming To wash us of the sin Of succumbing To live in longing
Grieving ones we never lost, never had. Absent Fathers... Calling for memories that never existed Longing is an emotion that tells us Love exists Within us. Whether there is someone to hold Her or not... For we are Love and we are held... If not by absent Fathers, by God Herself.