Feast by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I drank at every vine.
The last was like the first.
I came upon no wine
So wonderful as thirst.

I gnawed at every root.
I ate of every plant.
I came upon no fruit
So wonderful as want.

Feed the grape and bean
To vintner and monger;
I will lie down lean
With my thirst and hunger.

All joy (as distinct from mere pleasure, still more amusement) emphasises our pilgrim status; always reminds, beckons, awakens desire. Our best havings are wantings.
C.S. Lewis, Letters, 5 November 1959

The experience is one of intense longing . . . This hunger is better than any other fullness; this poverty better than all other wealth. And thus it comes about, that if the desire is long absent, it may itself be desired, and that new desiring becomes a new instance of the original desire . . . The human soul was made to enjoy some object that is never fully given – nay, cannot even be imagined as given – in our present mode of subjective and spatio-temporal experience.
C.S. Lewis, The Pilgrim’s Regress, Preface.

If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world. C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity

In a film series we are watching at church, Ted Tripp says the we are all made to worship. There is no question as to whether or not we will worship—only whom or what we will worship. We can try to be satisfied with wine or food or wealth or ______________, but we can never be truly satisfied in the object of our worship until we find ourselves in eternity in the prescence of I Am Who I AM. In Him is fullness of joy; it is to be found nowhere else.