one desire


life piles desires on our hearts
day after day

some scream at us
others creep in unnoticed

and pretty soon we must shave them off
layer by layer

like a dust covered room
thoroughly cleaning what's buried a treasure  

to come back to the ever promising truth:
the heart will only ever desire one thing

and this one thing is Who reveals it all;
for all true desires are an internal matter

i now ache; the presence of Desire Himself is here
I cease to remember all others entirely

mel denisse