Sonnet 7: All I Need

As I sit here alone with naught to do,
I soon begin to think over my past,
Remembering those things which seemed so new
But now are empty, their joy did not last.
I think of all the places I have seen;
The novelty of newness soon wears thin.
My longings when fulfilled have only been
Like opened doors, inviting wishes in.
I’ve tried my friendships, they have had their rôle;
But there is something, something more I need.
I want to find a focus, life’s one goal,
A goal that’s more than satisfying greed.
O, God of love, you’re all that I require;
And more than that – you’re all that I desire.