The intensity

See where He pauses awhile

And tarries nearby,

The streams low murmuring,

And then He lifts His head,

And a long subdued penetrating gaze

Of utter and ineffable longing,

A longing unfulfilled

Intolerably intense!

Cluttered and entangled the response,

Always in shadows

Nearly half hearted,

Seldom intense,

O how often pale and insignificant,

O woe is me, – with all my heart I

Yearn to give myself intensely

In return.

Kathy Breakell