My heart burst forth into the heavens. Need draws me out, compels me beyond reason to find my source. Anticipation and longing, reaching for something that one can never quite grasp. There is nothing to be found. Emptiness, except for love. Love is the last truth, the only truth. Here, I find the garden.
My heart floats on the currents of love. My salvation found, love the redeemer. In pain, in strife, I cling to it. In the darkest depths of my soul I find it waiting for me. I rise. My strength born of love.
Strength born of compassion. I reach out and find myself, waiting there, looking through another's eyes. Waiting and hoping that love can find itself.