this is for you

more than anything
I desire You.
I wish for the one thing
I'm not willing to receive:
more.
It's raging,
this epic battle
for the soul within.
I'm finally granted
the black and white,
yet into gray
spins this heart inside.
So I stand.
Waiting silently
wanting to step in
the weakness of my voice
deafened by
resistence.
Why fight? Why wait?
Peace is battered and bruised,
but it stands,
anticipating that more.
The one thing
I want to receive.
The One that after struggle,
my hands are still reaching out for.