The Longing

Oh for a night of starry skies

Uncluttered by the hum of the city;

With it’s buildings looming ominously -

Silent, yet oppressive in their stark,

man-made rigidity.

Like a prison.  

The air is thick and heavy

down here.

The sky looks so different

through the bars of a cell. The stars

twinkle coldly, just beyond my reach;

Distant, like promises unfulfilled -

Promises of being with You,

and hearing You whisper,

drawing my soul to pursue.

To seek solitude,

And silence.

In an open space, far from the noise

Of the city, complicated and consumed

with itself, and its glory.

Far from the static of traffic,

roaring back and forth on the highway.

Aggressive. Ignorant. Busy.

They twinkle overhead,

Unhurried, unmoved by all the bustle.

Like sentinels manning their posts,

faithfully reflecting His beauty

without force and without pride.

Patiently. He waits…

To be desired, and sought out,

And pursued.

The Creator, and Author of  Life.