The thing itself: that hidden part
That sings through life and love and art;
That sparkles in the candle's glow,
That pulses in the ocean's flow.
Our highest dreams and longings dark
Point to the yearnings of our heart.
But we can only see in part
The light that our desires show:
The thing itself.
For we look to a country far,
An unheard song, an unshone star.
It seems the wait is hard and slow,
But one day soon these things we'll know
If we will only set our heart
On God himself.
With thanks to C.S. Lewis' sermon, The Weight of Glory, for providing the inspiration that was so sorely lacking for this post.
Whom have I in heaven but you?
And there is nothing on earth that I desire besides you.
My flesh and my heart may fail,
but God is the strength[a] of my heart and my portion for ever.