on empty

there is this familiar gnawing,
a groaning from my heart,
a craving from the cavity in my chest
a longing for things I cannot fill
with the earth beneath me 
or in relating to humankind


i cannot drown it in alcohol
i cannot gorge it with food
i cannot escape it in television
i cannot run from it in denial


the gnawing in my heart roars
like a hungry lion
famished in the savannah's sun


i am ruled by another's love
the fear of shame or the 
blaspheming of the God 
I am for and not against


what is in this hunger that 
starves me so much? 
why me?
My soul craves you


As the deer pants for streams of water,
it must be You. 
Nothing else will do.


I believe Ecclesiastes has it.
in 3:11
'He also has planted 
eternity
in men's hearts 
and minds 
[a divinely implanted sense 
of a purpose working through the ages 
which nothing under the sun 
but God alone can satisfy],'


Fill me with You.
I'm on empty.