Things feel kinda weird and empty when everyone is just a face on a screen. It may just be me, but I really don’t my think so. I’m sitting in church, okay, in a tent in the parking lot because covid is still around. But, I’m with the people I know well and love tons for the first time in weeks. You guys, it’s so great to be able to be here in person.
It fills up my heart in ways I can’t totally explain. Rather than blather on about it, I’m keeping it short. So here is a poem:
Empty Spaces
Filling in the empty spaces
Hollowed out places
Blanknesses that ache
To be filled with love
Real love that doesn’t judge
Doesn’t stray, won’t betray
Love that never stops
Filling the empty spaces
Until they spill out
Into the hollow places
Into others’ blanknesses
Aching to be filled
With real love
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