The sweetness of a sister's heart Her profoundly gentle touch. Devotion of her focused mind, Lord, how I long for such! Such hopes the years have faded The odds are stacked against. A few my heart have raided, But nothing then commenced. Some years ago I realized the Lord knows what is best. So giving Him these unfilled hopes, no longer I'm obsessed. Nor envying my brothers, with many offspring blessed. Still it would be wonderful to hold mine to my chest. I ask the Lord repeatedly to show an open path. But all it seems I hear from Him is "keep on teaching math." (And relating to a student? That would not be prudent!) No time or chance for friendship, I live my life alone. Most of my leisure contact by internet or phone. No doubt you ask the question, "What about at church?" Wincing, I reply, "What a futile search!" I'm looking for a body that obeys the Lord's commands. But also knows and shares the love that's flowing from His hands Whose worship is alive, appealing, fresh and real. Flowing in the Spirit, whose gentle power can heal. Writing out these lines, re-reading form the start, Wonder what I'm writing next, I seek the Father's heart, The longing that I placed in you, so very deep inside, Has an echo in your body -- the longing for a bride. I wrap Myself around you and place Myself inside. Complete, belonging, and joyously fulfilled. Being resurrected implies that you were killed. So thank Him for the loneliness, the emptiness and pain. Faith brings the impartation, no question to explain.