My parchment heart strains
toward Him who burns
with love for me, just beyond my reach -
one wavelength beyond my ear or eye.

My every sense empty, aching for You
alone, so that I refuse them
every other satisfaction.

My soul, expanded with Your love,
stands vacant, waiting
for Your return.

Empty, my burning hunger grows
and I wait for You at prayer.

Then I rise to seek Your Face,
Your will,
in every need and heart around me.