The Song of Longing

The Song of Longing

Sitting on the world’s edge

Stilling the restless ache

Gazing out

Across open expanses

Of unruffled ocean

Rest oh my soul

Stop, listen, rest and wait

Sitting on the world’s edge

The expanse above uncluttered

The seascape vast to the horizon

A thinness comes to the atmosphere

And I am still

Waiting

Expectant

For in this place

Set apart

Yet throbbing with anticipation

Heaven touches earth

Igniting my heart

With unbearable burning

Yearning

To encounter

The divine glimpse

Of your face

The whispering beat

Of your heart

The undefined cadence

Of your soft voice

Here at the world’s edge

Where the air is thin

And I hover in expectation

Of unearthly somethings

Revealing God to me in the now

I wait

Expectantly

© K Laity 8/1/19