There, another shore
I’m left dreaming of what was
Eden’s shore, I dream.
I am nostalgic
For a land I’ve never seen
Do I crave nothing?
Truth, Goodness, Beauty
Greater than I; can I say
I am all there is?
Purposeless? All is
Negligible? Yet I am
Stubborn to hollow.
I am made to praise
Nothing here is worthy, yet
I must praise something.
Restless, I cannot
Be settled; I must not be
So easily pleased.
Away from Eden
Glimpses and tokens survive
Pleasant reminders.
Ev’ry token I
Take with joy and tears; I wait
For Eden restored.
Universe redeemed
My sin covered, and my soul
Rested and at peace.
Who has met my needs?
Holy King, Just Banisher
True, Good, Beautiful
He I did not make
But I he made, needing him
Necessary One.
So I stand, dreaming
Of another shore, standing
on his promises.
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