Such is the Longing Heart
The longing heart springs from a barren field Its thoughts grow like sprouts They stretch out for the sun
Yet, they had never before seen it.
A paradox of knowing without knowledge Longing for what’s needed Ignorant of the source
Whether or not this thirst is satisfied Is only known in time Waiting for the harvest
The heart’s longing then exists in new form Now reaching out for more Not for something lesser
Such is the longing heart.
“Restless is our heart until it comes to rest in thee.” — Augustine of Hippo