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.

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“Restless is our heart until it comes to rest in thee.” — Augustine of Hippo