Great searching of the heart by Robert Fullarton- Copyright Robert Fullarton 2016

Great searching of the heart

by Robert Fullarton

Great unspoken fear

Have you got a voice?

Calling through another broken year

The winnowing of the days, the fatal choice

Wanting and seeking through the jungle

For this desire there are no words

But merely the burdens and the groans

The feelings, like a pan that cooks the depths

Of the withheld responses and the words

All that could and can be said

Remains in the deep dark

Like pangs for God

In deep existential hunger

When the sun descends on my joy

There is a sense of sorrow in the valley

Where the dreams seem real and the day unreal

It goes on and we trudge, we trudge and trudge

Up that mountain of Moriah

The pageantry of the world

The symposium,

The facade, the colonnade of temporal celebration

All in all deceasing in time

But this hunger is tremendous

What body can tolerate

And dreams conjure?

All goes to God in the end

Much is unfinished

And much is yet to happen