SEEKING SELF

SEEKING SELF

She cries
the stunting tears.
She crawls
yet longs to soar.
Heart melting,
mixed with tears.
Body aching --
but what is the illness?
Is it but longing --
missing what should be?

Her gifts
she clutches closely
not knowing how to give them.
Heart-felt
deep sore longings
to be whole.
Fruitfulness evades --
emptiness consumes.

Not to crawl,
not the worm --
this her fervent desire.
To join the gifts of soul
with self and externals,
Sieze the union
pre-designed
in natal warmth
by Him
The "I Am".

Free the gifts,
unbind the heart.
Rise to soar...
Soar to live.