I laid myself
upon the altar
of my love
and longing..
one too many
times.

I kept believing
in the coming
of impending
paradise.

In love
from God..
by which
the empty
space
within me
may be
healed.

Alas, I only
ever met
such love
but once..
in dreams.

Now, I’ve become
just like the people
who I struggled
once before
to understand.

The Ones who
sought no love,
and loved their
space, and saw
no emptiness
therein.

I feel no shame
in saying..
they were right
where I was
wrong.

Perhaps it is
a lesson that
The All of us
must live
to learn.