What we want to feel.

I can't quite see the face
Or understand a real embrace
but I know
that I want, for all I've met- and every one to be born yet
to never come home alone

I could find that I've lived my days, or chosen well beyond these phases
when in great age a man that is mine can look into my eyes, and say he truly loves me, past the borders of death and through all pain..

Could such words be earned?
Deserved?
For I have seen the light that grows when two friends decide, not to head home without one another to serve..

Even still beyond that strange yearning to be a part of something to escape the burning,
is the greater unspoken hope of being free of every rope- of moving, and spinning, and
living without restraint, of waking and singing and giving without aching taint,
to run into bursting luminescence amidst the land of the blessed..

And there He'll be, the man of dreams,
the source of the love you hope to live to be feeling,
The King of Kings and Lord of Lords
The one your heart yearns most to hear him whispering,
"I love you, and have loved you beyond the borders of death.." and bear for you, that He bought you with a price paid. In His arms the emptiness will wash away, the wondering, the agony, the things I wish you didn't have to face. They'll fade. You WILL be at peace. The test will be over; you'll sob in His shoulder..The Savior who atoned, will hold you closer than you've EVER known...

If nothing you yearn for is yours here...it isn't far, it is still near. Hear it, even if you can't inhale it..Live it, and you are still on your way to it. I know He understands it is hard to feel faith, when haunted by the fear when life seems stuck out of place.

"For those few moments in the eternal spectrum called mortality the Savior yielded to the mortal plight; he submitted to the inhumanity of man; his body longed for sleep; he hungered; he felt the pains of sickness. He was in all respects subject to every mortal failing experienced by the human family. Not once did he raise the shield of godhood in order to soften the blows. Not once did he don the bulletproof vest of divinity. That he also had godly powers did not make his suffering any less excruciating, any less poignant, or any less real. To the contrary, it is for this very reason that his suffering was more, not less, than his mortal counterparts could experience. He took upon him infinite suffering, but chose to defend with only mortal faculties, with but one exception - his godhood was summoned to hold off unconsciousness and death that would otherwise overpower a mere mortal when he reached his threshold of pain. For the Savior, however, there would be no such relief. His divinity would be called upon, not to immunize him from pain, but to enlarge the receptacle that would hold it. He simply brought a larger cup to hold the bitter drink."

Elder Tad R. Callister, The Infinite Atonement, 119