Holy longing
a spiritual wrestling
as the sinner & holy
fight for control
in this body of mine
that acts as a temple
for something far beyond
this skin I wear.
This reminder
that I'm not whole -
that I’ll never be whole
while I live on this earth
is a constant, dull ache
muted by my distraction
and disposition to diversion.
Living in a constant state
of “not yet”
patiently awaiting
the return of the
One who saves
me from myself.
