longing

i don’t always feel its pull

the tug at my heart that says

‘what if all this one day were yours?’

what if that day never comes?

i have learned through my life

that my empty hands are neither

a curse nor a definition, but a gift …

still, in this season of celebration

the longing somehow intensifies

and the enduring badge of plus-none

hangs heavy on my sleeve.

yet, every greatness in any

good man i’ve ever known

has only been an echo of the Heart

that has always known and loved

me in spite of every unlovely thing

i’ve ever been. and He, too

knows what it is to await the coming day.

o Jesus, truest Lover of my soul

may all my deepest longings

find their rest in You.