The Longing

More

I need more

Not more stuff

More Connection, meaning,

The longing

So deep it’s painful

Should I ignore it

Or press into it

Cover it up

Or let it show?

So hard not to shove it away altogether

Give it up, block it

When it seems so impossible

To see it fulfilled

Am I too idealistic?

Chasing after childish fantasies

But those I admire most

Are those who have been through great trials,

Yet have a childlike hope, faith intact,

A heart not hardened but soft, still

Despite the assaults upon it

But what exactly is this longing?

Is it something we all know?

Longing for peace, unity, joy, connection

The longing to see people come together

No one left out or left behind

The longing to be a part of something good

Longing to have people to dream with

Longing to make a difference

Is this longing, expressed in idealistic passions

Completely out of place, irrelevant?

No, it’s the stuff of a life lived to the full

I’d rather accept a crumb of it for my daily bread

Than pretend it doesn’t exist

And slowly starve

Maybe the problem with our world is not that the longing is obsolete

But that too many of us numb it

Maybe it’s not just wishful thinking, childish idealism but

Maybe it’s true courage,

the fuel of steadfast hope

To know that in this world

The longing cannot ever be perfectly fulfilled

But to chase it anyway

Can I be content with small glimpses of heaven?

Yes, and no

Can I get by with a mere whiff of the way things were meant to be?

The moment I think I’ve pinned it down

It turns sour

The moment I think I’ve grasped it

It evaporates, nothing more than an elusive vapor

It seems we can only observe the shadow

Perhaps the real thing is too much for us to behold

But If I’m not open to finding it, I won’t see it at all

Triggers point to something missing,

What is naivety?

That in my naivety I thought I was the only one,

I thought I was somehow more deprived

Irreparably wounded, beyond repair

Now I realise we all are wounded

All differently but somehow the same

Is to realise this to despair?

For we are all doomed?

No, to realise this is to find great comfort

Because I am not the only one

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