I remember before we met
my heart yearned for you
like parched lips
seeking to be quenched
by cool water.
There was a yawning chasm
deep within me.
I thought only you
could fill that space.
So I searched for you
unfortunately
in placed where you weren’t to be found.
Instead I met others
masquerading as you
whispering sweet lies
offering empty promises
disguised as vows.
Then I opened my eyes
and saw truth.
Soon the day came
when searching ceased.
My battle-scarred heart
surrendered.
She sought the peace
the comfort
the intimacy
the love
that she thought
she’d only find in you
within her sacred Self.
Now, energy once devoted to the search
to looking outward
and feeling bereft
is devoted to gazing inward.
The gaping chasm is being filled
with endless devotion.
The peace
the comfort
the intimacy
the love
is all here right now
when I gaze inward.
I can grasp the hem of His garment.
I can wash His feet with my tears.
I can grab hold of heaven
when I gaze inward.
Whenever that someday is now
and I finally meet you.
My heart will recognize you
but I can already see your face
when I gaze inward.
(c) Evelyn Bourne 2011





