The Search

We as part of the human race,

Seem to have a built in homing device.

For as we drift along, experiencing life,

We seem to be in constant search of something.

Some declare that we are searching for ourselves,

Or searching, simply for the meaning of it all,

Through all the pain, turmoil, strife and hate,

And the joy, happiness and love.

In that search one often goes astray,

As on life’s roads one takes a detour or gets lost.

For along the way there are many avenues and alleys,

Where one can get sidetracked as they journey.

But like homing pigeons, we will stumble back,

Onto the pathways that lead us home,

To the God center in each and every one of us,

Where the answers we search for reside.