Timelessness
has imprinted my longing for a love that is perfect and true,
from
the one that will never leave.
Timelessness
in a limited world shows itself as restlessness and
restlessness
often looks like desperation or
a
cat lady in the making.
Deep
down it churns like the sea tossing my oneness all over the horizon.
Like
sun spots in our eyes it leaves a trail of broken hearted failures
that
dance across the page as notes in an unfinished symphony
and
I hardly know how to read them anymore.
I
thought it was a lovely song, but I guess I played it wrong.
Even
still, the notes come from that eternal longing
that
breathed in my soul before my wings even took flight.
It
whispers in the night, it fans the flames of my heart,
and
it makes me want to catch it.
The
bad news is that it can't be caught.
And
the good news is that it can't be caught.
Migrating
monarchs journey toward their destiny,
sacrificing
themselves along the path so that their
beloved
ones arrive where their loneliness is satisfied and
their
timeless longing quenched;
a
place where everyone is a soul mate and all are one.
In
a limited world it is that first kiss
that
haunts us with thoughts of catching it and pinning it down.
And
the memory of our Beloved's embrace keeps us in a constant
state
of "in-consummation" lingering like a craving.
This
holy longing is in everyone, married and single alike.
The
empty hands of timelessness remain untouched somewhere
in
the depth of our souls and
every
now and then someone special
meets
us there to remind us of our heart's truest desire
which
is, of course, to return to the one who first loved us.
So
let the notes of your symphony keep dancing across the horizon,
a
timeless tune that only you can play, and
it's
serenade will lead you home where He is waiting,
timelessly longing for you too.