formless and void

Like the earth I am without form

needing substance to give me shape

needing something to fill me

and sustain me beyond what I can provide.

I remain shapeless until shape is given to me

yet I conform to whatever consumes me

for I am consumer and I am consumed.

The contortions that bend me in all directions

and mold me into something recognizable

leave me sore and lifeless

and I desire to be left formless.

This is where you found me.

At the end of my striving,

at the end of my contrived methods to be

something useful,

something noticeable,

something with purpose,

you found me.

I was groaning inwardly,

tired from trying to be that which I was not intended to be.

You found me and spoke life into my body,

birthed a thousand desires into my heart

and set a new song aflame in my soul.

Now I desire to be conformed to your image alone.