Could my gaze, like His,
Reveal perfect agape?
Not yet, so I pray.

Air Has Lots of Weight

An ironic twist:

How can emptiness linger?

Can “nothing” hang on?

Emptiness

The problem with Emptines
Is not searching the room,
And finding nothing else inside,

But when, upon reflection,
You notice, it's a tomb:
And that there's no place you can hide.

Heart

A beating heart
Lets one survive
A giving heart
Means one's alive