We travel through life as seekers of the illusive
looking in distant places through windows of others
with unrealistic imaginings we wander
taking unfamiliar pathways towards the unknown.
Adventurous spirits howling at the wind
risking all for the ultimate and it eludes
as we leave rumpled sheets and empty glasses
our own inadequacies and longings are our guides.
Onward we continue our destination unclear
shattered hearts and foggy windows we leave behind
and without a backward glance or thought
we venture on looking for the next mystery
endeavoring to be the puzzle solvers of life.
Then comes a day with bright dawning
the road before us is straight with insight defined
always there but never traveled till that moment in time
it is then that we solve life's mystery.
Not a puzzle, not a dream, but our reality
the truth we have been searching for:
our own completeness, not to be found in another
but all through our journey patiently waiting
safely sequestered within ourselves.
© Marcia Miller-Twiford
And worth reading...again.
Myrna
Be always safe,
Karen
We have wandered a lot since God ordered us out of the Eden's penthouse, in the way we have lost humility and love for thy neighbor, and yet we still consider ourselves as pilgrims...
Georg
I would like to think that we (the universal we) will ultimately
find "our reality the truth we have been searching for," but...
-gene.