Yet to be named...

Where do I look for you, my beloved?

Don’t you know that my heart aches in your absence?

There are moments that I would like to overlook and

There are moments I would like to reclaim

I try hard to wipe you away

But you keep coming back;

in the waves of the ocean,

in the chirping of birds,

in the rustle of leaves,

in the sweetness of honey,

in the radiance of the sun,

in the soft glow of the moon,

in the dew drops on a leaf,

in the melody of a song,

in the silent prayer that each day I offer to Lord;

to spot the promise of return in your eyes, to fill the empty space and heal my aching heart