What do I ask for when my room piles up with things left unwrapped from last year?
Things unneeded–but once upon a time wanted–crowd my closet, my drawers, my shelves.
Things and more things.
My love asked for a list as if there were empty spaces in our room to fill;
as if more things could fill the spaces I hold within.
What do I put on my list if there’s nothing he can give that I can hold?
My love,
there’s nothing I can touch
that you can present to me with a bow
that will fill my list.
My list is written in the heavens,
in the depths of my heart,
carved into the skies.
My list is comprised of undoings and becomings,
heart aches for love and musings.
My love, my list holds time under the stars,
moments to lay and ponder
feelings of realizations and wonder;
a life beside Eternity.
How can you give me the presence of the Lord that I have not earned?
I beg of no deals made with troublesome deities, fox spirits and souls.
I write salvation on my list—
from my own shortcomings.
Peace and patience–
from my own tyranny.
Love, there is no thing I could ask for that I’d want.
There is no item in this world that can stop the seeking within my heart.
And still, I sit and stare at a blank page,
wondering
what to ask for.