Photo by Roy Lukes——————-

Missing you makes me want to fly away

To become the mute dove of distant places 

To escape the loss or would it follow

Hidden within my breast from whence I cannot flee?

 Alas, the missing of you has become my marrow

All day long it puts pain in my words

I know that haunting cry

She calls for her missing that cannot hear

The missing cannot answer

But there is One who can

He takes account of my wanderings

He gathers each tear in His celestial flask

He is for me

Is it enough?

You have delivered my soul from death to walk before You in the light of the living

Could You not have taken me too?

Gather me under Your wing until we are where I will see him again

Swallow me up in the wholeness of You