A hole in my heart.

I feel a hole in my heart.

 

I collect treasures

that make my heart

feel empty.

 

I feel a hole in my heart.

 

I accumulate possessions

for what?

To still feel empty and devoid?

 

I feel a hole in my heart.

 

I seek, I seek,

neverendingly.

 

And, then I stop and listen.

 

A voice, small barely perceptible.

Speaks to me.

 

“I want to lead you.

To a place that fills that hole in your heart.”

 

I am a relentless pilgrim

in search of what fills that hole in my heart.

 

And, the voice leads me

away from chasing ever more

temporary and partial satisfaction.

 

To a longing that can never beĀ fulfilled here

on

Earth.

 

But, only through the

quest for the divine.

 

The voice

of

eternal longing

leads me to belong.

 

The voice

from my soul

fills that hole in my heart.

 

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