Falls and Rises: A Confession

God, I’ve grown weary of the falls and rises.

My spirit knows that all it really wants is

your presence and the fullness of it. I notice

it, I notice you, and then it’s as if my senses

once again are dulled. Falls and rises. I know

that you are present within me but, again,

it’s partial and fleeting. These tastes of heaven,

the fullness of your presence, tide me over

but I want more. I’ve grown weary of the partial.

Falls and rises. I am starving for the feast,

at which I shall not be concerned about sustenance

from the food but being sustained by your presence.

O how I look forward to no more falls and rises.