Wednesday, 14 March 2012

This home we call the body...

Dissatisfaction.

Always looking, never finding.

An unresolved chord.

Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting...

Screaming, smiling, crying, laughing.

Chin up, back straight

Big smile, silent tears, loud laugh.

Surrender, or maybe retreat?

Always tired, never asleep.

In the words of Bilbo, "thin, like too little butter spread over too much bread".

Offending yet offended.

Listening, but not hearing.

Speaking but not being heard.

Bored, yet desiring no entertainment.

Hungry, yet without appetite.

Loved by God.

What will ever be enough?

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