Ukulangazelela
Yearning…
Longing is an undeniable part of human living. It’s built into everything and goes by many names, but at its core is longing.
This feverish desire sustained at a slow but consistent tempo, beating the drums we dance our lives to, singing wedding songs in the market square and funeral dirges in the evenings. It is hope unpolished, unearthed, an almost animalistic drive towards the unknown.
It’s what tugs quietly at the heart of certain men, nudging them slowly but surely towards disasters, the kind that can unravel a life or bestow greatness in one swift moment. Quiet to a fault, you’d think its near silence is an attestation to its weakness, but far from it.
It’s hoping against hope. Delusional enough to forge ahead, realistic enough to do so while acknowledging weakness. The world in its glory runs on longing, on that fever-pitched want…. Always reaching for, striving against odds and evens.
If you eat it, you’ll be as wise as God, you’ll know all things…
Let us build a tower reaching towards the heavens…
Do not be afraid, for I am your exceedingly great reward, your portion…
How long, Lord? How long will the wicked enjoy while the poor suffer?
If you turn from your sins and abandon your iniquities, then I’ll be your God and you, my people…
Lord, if it’s possible, then not… nevertheless let your will be done…
Do you see the plays?
Both the divine and the created— in this constant pull of longing
I long too ironically for things I can’t name, but my soul knows
Tastes unfamiliar to my body, but a well-known visitor in my mind
It explains the yearning, the daydreams…
As it was before, let it be again
For you have put eternity in Adam’s heart
And what is eternity if not the endless cycle of time?
Spinning, spanning, constantly, feverishly.
What was is, what is will be, what will be was.
So, I hunger, as in a war-ravaged child clinging to life by the tethers
I thirst, like David’s deer in a dry and parched land
I cannot be still, I cannot be quiet
I cannot resist, I cannot quench
This inferno of longing, this multitude of want
It is the cross of Adam, the curse of man
The fallout of separating a being from its source
Who can save me from this?
“And the same one who descended is the one who ascended higher than all the heavens, so that he might fill the entire universe with himself.”
Ephesians 4:10 NLT
NB: I hope you listen to this song I attached and read through the post again while listening. It is really something…