we wander through empty rooms
searching for what fills absence
hands grasping at fleeting shadows
hearts weary from chasing lies
how can the ocean be enough
when thirst roots in the soul
how can love from others mend
a crack carved before our time
we are vessels born to overflow
but not by what the world provides
only the infinite can fill the void
only the eternal quiets the ache
we were made to know something
greater than all we can touch
our longing is not a fault
it is a map back to god