The emptiness which stirs
Beneath your bosom
Does not taunt you
Or hinder the breath
Of God that gives you life.
It softly asks
For your hand in marriage
To guide you to the light
Amidst the heaviness
Of your soul’s burdens.
It asks for nothing else
Than to be your strength
The whisper of grace
Revealing itself
Within each doubt
Or break of faith.
It knows the heavens
From which you came
This emptiness
So full of glory
You will only understand
Once you touch it deeply.