Our souls rightly long for more.

LET US NOT BECOME WEARY IN DOING GOOD, FOR AT THE PROPER TIME WE WILL REAP A HARVEST IF WE DO NOT GIVE UP.

GALATIANS 6:9

“If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world.”  - C.S. Lewis

We long for a place— 

Where creativity abounds, 

And nimble hands shape dreams, 

Making waking wonders,  

Yet unthought,  

Once unimaginable,  

Too wonderful for wondering.    

We long for a place— 

Where talent parts with insecurity, 

And diversity meets unity, 

Where varied efforts weigh equally,  

Each part unique, necessary,  

Fitting together perfectly, 

Creating lasting beauty. 

We long for a place— 

A place where work is joy, 

And joy overflows, 

Feeding heart, mind, and soul, 

Extending, abounding, 

For all people,  

For all time. 

We long for a place— 

A place we were made for, 

Without thorns or thistles, 

Thieves or rust, 

Our heart is there,  

Where our Treasure is, 

Where we belong.