Seen

To be seen

The craving we see

In humanity

In me

To be seen

“Look mom! 

Watch me!!!”

The 100th dive 

Into the pool

“Okay, honey

I seeee!”

Says, the exhausted mom

Barely 

“Read my thing

Listen to my song

Watch me work

Let me show off”

But don’t look!

“Avoidant attachment,” they say

Maybe

But truly, 

This craving we all have that 

Gnaws 

Tears

Rips

Us right down 

Inside

It’s only meant to be nourished 

By the Holy One

The only one who fills

The gaping hole 

That’s there

It might be satiated for 

A little 

While 

But don’t worry,

It will return 

To comfort 

You 

With another craze 

And crave 

It even has us hiding

Because ‘maybe we won’t find…

The Holy Filling 

We chase to find’

The comfort here 

Is this:

This hunger

This thirst

It’s a sign you’re still breathing

A sign 

You’re alive

You were made for more than this

Why would you ever set out to find it

If you already had it?

You are made for adventure

So want it

Crave it

Hunt it down

The Holy Scripture

Promises a man

Who points The Way

To those who seek

& says they’ll find

Blessings to those that seek

Hardest 

Because although 

Their life may seem arduous 

Maybe the joke is really here for

Them 

Maybe they’ll look back with castles, diamonds, and pearls

And laugh with head back

And remember the whisper they said each waking moment

To themselves:

“Keep going…I know it’s real.

You will see.

One day, you will.”