There is something missing in me,
A piece that I do not know.
Only to find if I search and flee,
But lost in the worldly flow.
In the beauties of the world I cling,
Which separates me from You, my God.
In the flesh, I am succumbing.
It is I who depart from you my God.
Did I invent loneliness?
Or loneliness invented me.
For I fail to see Your presence,
Though You were inside of me.
I long for happiness
Where in You, my God, I see.
For my heart is restless,
Without You, my God, in me.
© 2019 Ian Lomboy