These things I search for…

Bringing them up from my depths.

Things I long for

Without my knowledge.

Yearnings without name or focus

There, even though.

Time spent to sort them

Time spent to recognize them.

Bringing them out to look at,

Wondering what they mean…

Where did you come from?

You are like the wind.

With no beginning,

With no end.

They are God given.

He has authored them in me.

Some are troubling.

I am overwhelmed.

I put them away

For another day…

I ponder them…

Looking for clues.

I collect God’s insights

To put them together…

For the next time

I pull them up…

From deep within

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