We go through life wanting more
Seeking something beyond
God might exist but is silent
Eternity might exist but is distant
Something still stirs us to the core
The moment of beauty at the dawn
The twist of grass bent
Beneath a toddler's feet
The glory of monks in deepest cant
There is something more
We live but linger
We endure but struggle
We desire more than we see
But the despair of finding it
And the pain of living
Make it so hard
It is a wonder
We are ever forgiving
Ever merciful
Ever hopeful
