DESIRE
Bob Ludden
http://www.essex1.com/people/robert/
As old as creation, unending as life
As basic as sex, and hunger and breath
We are polar magnets in microcosm!
And the “I” would not die with the promise of peace
Though the lodestar seduce with tableau of release.
Rest eternal.....forced upon us still, by treachery--
Who would take it? Why?
Some pull beyond the galaxy
Attracts the restless mind and catches up
The heart and soul which seeks not peace,
But high adventure...ours affordable
When we pick up our toys....
(Their time will come again)
And probe those longings
With the pain of heated steel if need be,
Exposing every nerve, until we understand
There is a gap between the want and the fulfillment.
And yes, a bridge across, however swaying
To our eyes...it stretches with that faithless chasm,
Though we would not accord such flexing.
And time is ours this Lent
To sight across the gap, and test the ropes
And see, like everything we know,
the handiwork of God.