Even though I feel empty
this Emptiness
embraces me
like an unfulfilled Lover:
stroking me
with His sacred sorrow
(I understand)
nagging me
with His neglected needs
(I understand)
decorating me
with His desolated dreams
(I understand)
Talk to me
from your fullness,
Emptiness!
(I am listening)
Fill my lonely hours
with your longing -
I'll fill you
with my Being
Myra Lochner 2001
This is a very good poem. I really enjoyed reading it, as it expressed (better than my own poetry could) what I was feeling a few months ago. Thank you for sharing this!
Yours in Poetry,
~Joanna