I Dream While I Wait

A servant, a lover, but so far away,
With only the thought of your dome,
I beg and pray to rest at the place,
That my soul believes to be home.

How many times I have called on you,
Now only God can have counted,
To all the tears that have left longing eyes,
My calls to you have amounted.

Feeling incomplete, life stretches on,
But it is only one thing I await;
To set eyes on your shrine and set foot on your dust,
That place they call heaven's gate.

I write and I pray with nothing but hope,
For what else, in my soul, can there be?
So with strength, I sit, and I dream while I wait,
To discover His honoured decree.

With no words left to write, I wonder,
If my pain can be understood,
If my soul was my ink and your soul my paper,
Then write forever, I would.

I stare at these words with frustration,
For my longing cannot be described,
But in my half broken heart live these verses,
My longing, forever inscribed.