Thoughts

The world is full of faces,

Yet empty of personages.

The earth still revolves around the sun,

And yet time stands still.

I eat my fill and more,

And yet am still hungry.

The sun still rises on each long and lonely day,

And sets on each night which seems shorter than the last.

I am constantly asking God to fill the emptiness of my existence,

But He leaves it unfilled until He knows the time is right.

On that I must rely, knowing that in God’s time, healing will come.