Tuesday, February 21, 2012

i yearn

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I hold my hands open, desiring more.  This, perhaps, is better than mere happiness.  Is it longing that kindles joy?  It doesn't stir up happiness, but Joy--isn't that an entirely different splendor?

In sorrow, Joy can remain because it lives within the deep, unfathomable regions of my being.  It's the thing that gives me strength within my weakness.  I want my heart to belong to nothing else.