What Is This Longing In Me? - Poem by Shalom Freedman
What is this longing in me
This desire this sadness
For what is no longer here?
For something higher farther deeper beyond?
What is this longing this wanting in me
For what has no name?
And why do I feel
In the longing itself
The missing and the having at once?
As if somehow beyond all I am
Somehow and somewhere else
Whatever it is which should be most truly loved
Exists and waits for me.
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