in the midst of all that we bring
all that we find and take of life
and all that we have made

in the midst of our finest fears
our brightest tears
and all that we hold near

in the midst of those greatest things
that we have brought into being
and all that we have shaped

there is still

in our deepest core
our most genuine center
the truest part of that which we hold

to be the part
that is more us
than anything else:

an ancient aching
a longing from long ago
an incessant incalculable yearning

unbreaking
unfathomed
unaltered

unfulfilled
except
by the touch of God

H. Arnett
9/28/09