The Longing

hope for a distant salvation.
a deep ache for home tears us apart.
missing something nameless,
nebulous,
uncatchable by
touch,
sight,
or words.

amnesia wraps us
in a gloomy cloud.
worldly, mind-bound distractions
weave invisible cords
of blind obedience.

how do we wake
from the mortal dream?
souls linger in herds,
desperate to remember.

there is more to this life.
whispers grow loud.
i am destined for more.
tears of grace leave a trace.

trust. always.
you are heard.

soon.