Aching for You

Another day passes
without You, and
yet I know that
You’re there.
You, in
the crook of branch, in
the taste of wine
enlivening tongue, in
little and big deaths both.
You arrive in the
kaleidoscope of colours
as candle-light
refracts on the slick of
tears streaking down
the cheek of
this face, that
aching for
You.

2 thoughts on “Aching for You

  1. shoreacres says:

    I couldn’t quite put my finger on what this poem was stirring in me last night, and I still can’t — except that I find myself pondering how often we want more of everything. I experienced it yesterday, in a field of flowers. I always have to fight the urge to pick them and bring them home, even though I know their nature: ephemeral, and doomed to early death in a vase.

    The longing is experience full presence certainly is a part of our humanity; its impossibility always is painful.

    • agjorgenson says:

      In a way, our longing for God encapsulates the enigma of longing . We want to have God, but that makes of God an object, and so God is not had at all. So yes, I agree, longing is always in the shape of pain, but still a kind of joy is there too. I need to think more about this, clearly!

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