The sorrow of my heart
Is not from love
But the loss
The pain of my life
Is not from wounds
But the cost
I reach out
In the twilight
Between Heaven
And Hell
This earthbound flesh
Refuses to learn
What it is
To be forgiven
So I struggle
The dreams of my sleep
Can never match
The will of God
The sins redeemed
Can never reach
My soul at all
For God is waiting
And I seek
And there I will find
The lover of my being
Holding open the doors
Beckoning
Open
Kind
"I want a heart which is split, chamber by chamber, by the pain of separation from God, so that I might explain my longings and desires to it." Rumi
