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.