Hearts offbeat

I need to recapture my heart,
reach and grasp and tuck
it away, down deep inside my chest.
Teach it to beat steady again -

when you fill it up with shallow things,
 it's bound to lose its rhythm.

I hear the irregularity when I talk to my brothers,
our common desire to be loved,
to love,
and our shared inability to
Wait, to have patience.

Like eating sand,
when our mouths beg for water,
I watch us pour in affection, lust, and meaningless words
that only make the aching space grow.

Our hearts are offbeat,
and there's only one kind of Love
that can make it go steady,
only one kind of Love
that can satisfy this thirst.

HIS.

"and in Christ you have been brought to fullness" -Colossians 2:10