Longing

At one time or another, most of us will feel longing in some way: a road not taken, a friend who moved, disappointment with work, wanting to have children…the list goes on. Sometimes, we can’t put our finger on what we’re longing for; everything is just permeated by a vacuum.

I’ve come to think of longing as hope’s sick cousin. Like hope, longing looks toward something it doesn’t have. But whereas hope fuels optimism and nurtures endurance, longing slowly poisons with despair. Below is a poem I wrote about longing that also helped me process some I was dealing with. This poem appears in my book, Event Horizon, which just came out on Amazon.

Longing

Longing
is grief’s daydream.

It dances alone,
holding an empty hand,
touching an empty waist.

Longing is a stalker.

Longing folds its hands
and prays
to an empty chair.

It is 
a stare-way
your eyes climb
alone.

Longing wishes
upon
a black hole.

Published by mrteague

Teague McKamey lives in Washington state with his wife and two children. Currently, he manages in-home caregiver services for elderly and disabled people. The McKameys belong to Thorp Community Church, where they worship and minister together. In all areas of his life--whether at home, at church, or on the job--Teague sincerely hopes that Christ may be magnified in his body (Php. 1:20).

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