Is it possible I will stop living
my life so intensely?
Will sensations cease to
seem so very real to me?
Will my craving, yearning to read,
no, to absorb scripture die away?
Gazing into my students’ eyes; relating to
their ideas; empathizing with their feelings?
I wonder if my heart-to-heart discussions with
intimate friends will ever feel less fulfilling;
if tear filled eyes of struggling students’
will cease to tear a corner of my heart?
That sense of completion at the
close of an arduous day of teaching; that bitter-sweet
remorse when a student graduates
and begins a new life-chapter in a far-off country.
Christ’s love grows wildly;
ceaselessly pools in my heart-well, fills up,
overflows; pours out of me to
soak students and flood the farthest reaches of my life.