My days are the yearning kind

Desiring for what only God can provide 

Looking elsewhere for what can only be found inside 

Luke 17:21 set of mind 

Regrets nip the butt 

Of the dress of freedom, I rarely wear 

The wind unhinges its seams to expose what is underneath 

As if they couldn’t already see 

You know the creation I am 

At times, most times, more than I myself do

You feel the rhythm of my being

In a way i could never know 

I won’t worry much, 

About the things I can never know 

But i will acknowledge your awareness of me 

In spaces that are beyond the limitation of my own reality