The galactic hole in my heart
makes me tired of holding all the pieces together.
Tired of doubting.
Tired of needing. Wishing. Hurting.
Crying out in all the ways that speak of your neglect.
All my life, Daddy, learning
that I am incomplete.
So I gorge on all the things that don’t fill.
Wishing for love that never came.
All my life, yearning for the hurt to stop.
That I would not billow in space without
I want more. I need more.
I wish. I hurt
for love and finally, I find it at the Cross.
At peace I lay down my life long yearning.
I am home.
updated March 2, 2010