Oh Restless Soul

A Poem By Raen // 5/27/2009

The immortal desire of my heart:

To love and to be loved.

For that yearning is Christ's everlasting mark,

Which he hath given to mortal man.


Oh soul which cannot rest until

Every grace is well used,

Which cannot respite 'till it is filled,

With God's sanctifying grace.


In worldly things I see no pleasure,

For all turns to rot and dust,

But seek in God my only treasure,

And thus find my truest desires.

Comments

Very nice. I like it.

Very nice. I like it. :)
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If I disappear, and you cannot find me, please don't worry.
Just be sure to check all the wardrobes.

Clare Marie | Wed, 05/27/2009

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"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve." -Bilbo Baggins [The Lord of the Rings]

beautiful!

Do you know I guessed you were Catholic just by reading this? Then I had to go to your bio to see. :D

It's so true that our souls "cannot rest until / Every grace is well used".

Sarah Bethany | Wed, 05/27/2009

Haha!

Thank you for the compliment. ;) I don't know what inspired me to write this poem so long ago, but I wish it would come back. Sometimes poems just write themselves, and this was one of those poems.

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"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind."
— Dr. Seuss

"The pen is mightier than the sword, and considerably easier to write with."

Raen | Wed, 05/27/2009

"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind."
— Dr. Seuss

"The pen is mightier than the sword, and considerably easier to write with."

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