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When Empty Becomes Sacred

We all have empty places

An absent mother or father

The loss of someone you loved deeply

A silence that feels heavier than words can describe 

Maybe the empty place was reserved for love

Safety, gentleness, warmth, care

But instead of love, there was  neglect

And that neglect carved a hollow space

A space where belonging was to live

So we try to fill the emptiness

Get lost in something, anything 

Approval, busyness, distraction 

Hoping to to find what's missing 

Drawing from empty wells to sustain us

The more we strive to fill the emptiness 

We discover we cannot measure it's depth 

But with every void, He brings a promise 

The empty spaces can become holy

Not because they disappear

But because it is there in the emptiness 

He meets us

Where our emptiness is most painful 

He sees us

And He stays with us

Never forsaking us

It doesn't happen all at once

Those empty places grow into His grace

Filled with His presence

Filled with His healing 

What once was a place of  emptiness becomes 

a sacred dwelling place of His love 

Hollow becomes whole

What was empty becomes full

Overflowing with His peace

Overflowing with His love

 

By: Susan 

— Susan Scott, Jul 07, 2026

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Style/Type: Free verse

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The poem's central movement — from emptiness as wound to emptiness as sacred dwelling — gives the piece a clear spiritual and emotional arc, and the closing turn on "Hollow becomes whole" earns its resolution because the poem has done the work of establishing the hollow first. That patience is a real strength; the transformation feels arrived at rather than asserted.

The strongest image is "Drawing from empty wells to sustain us." It is concrete and paradoxical in a way the more abstract lines around it are not, and it captures the futility of the striving the poem describes. The line "A silence that feels heavier than words can describe" reaches for something similar, though it tells the reader about the weight rather than letting an image carry it; a specific silence — a phone that never rings, a chair left at the table — might land the heaviness more fully than the description does.

Much of the middle section leans on naming emotional states directly: "belonging," "neglect," "approval, busyness, distraction." These are honest and clear, but abstraction accumulates quickly, and the poem risks explaining its feelings rather than embodying them. The well image shows what this poem can do when it trusts an object to hold the meaning; more moments like that would give the abstractions something to stand on.

The repetition in the final stanzas — "Filled with," "Overflowing with," "He meets us / He sees us / He stays with us" — builds a liturgical, prayer-like cadence that suits the subject. That is a deliberate-feeling effect and it mostly works. One caution: the paired "Filled with His presence / Filled with His healing" and "Overflowing with His peace / Overflowing with His love" come close together, and the four near-identical constructions in a short space can blur. Varying one of these, or letting a single image stand in for the abstraction, would keep the incantation from flattening.

A few small mechanical points to consider in revision: "we cannot measure it's depth" should read "its depth," and there are doubled words and stray spaces ("to to find," "there was  neglect") that a close proofread would catch. The line "A space where belonging was to live" reads slightly awkwardly in its phrasing and might be worth reworking for clarity, since the intended sense — a space meant for belonging to inhabit — is stronger than the current syntax conveys.

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