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Life began with a longing

A longing instilled by my parents

To return to God

And I wanted that

I felt God's absence

Like a dull, constant ache

Like someone I had somehow always known

But who had, as far as I could remember, always been gone

But, of course, I left the church

I left that life behind

I learned how to think for myself

It was an awkward process

Like a colt struggling to walk

I learned how to fend for myself

It was painful

And I bear many scars

I learned to love

And it opened my eyes

To just how empty I'd been inside

And I learned what it meant to live

Because I finally understood

What it meant to die

But one thing remained

One thing that still aches

It flares up and disappears again from time to time

And I remind myself that it's just ingrained in me

A feeling, a memory of a feeling

A shadow's shadow

And it's not necessarily true

But now and then I'll still look up to the stars

And wish, when it's all over,

I could return to God