When there is emptiness inside, we do our best to fill it.
With small talk and shopping, with lofty goals and philosophies. Fill it with anything – just stop the hunger pangs of the heart!
But these things do not satisfy. Our thoughts and ambitions will not heal us. Dirty rags make poor bandages.
Try standing still. Waiting, we see ourselves: our grasping and our fear. Keep waiting. Love, rest and mercy come then – and fill us. Hope finds us.
There is power to change us. Within us – but not us – it gives peace and fulfillment. If we wait in patience.