surrender to completion.

Like a flower needs it's light, earth, and air, so I need You. I need You more than my lungs need air and my veins blood. Without You never would I have made my fleeting dash across the stage and exunt stage right. No lips to smile, no heart to swell, nor head to throw back in joy.
There is a hole -- a huge, gaping abyss -- and it hurts so dreadfully. A substance or mortal fill this hole? But I'm designed for more? The King of kings and infinite being to calm my heart and ease my soul? Unworthily, but necessarily, I close out this ending world and surrender to completion.