LISTEN
I know you've known me all my life, while I
but recently tasted the sweet pleasure
of your presence that I truly treasure.
I can't help but want more of you, yet I
get distracted so easily, a curse I
can't seem to shake: spiritual ADD.
Most attempts at prayer are mere parody.
A litany of needs and wants that I
recite swiftly with no real conviction.
How do I invoke this gripping passion?
Breathe and live your commitment and vision,
Experience love as more than a notion.
Is it in the silence you sought constantly?
Perhaps I could learn to listen as keenly.