Searching
Like a restless wind that blows across our lives
Our souls search through doors only to find boundless sighs.
Always seeking, but not yet finding
Answers to questions that never stop hiding.
Many souls are always searching
Following the restless winds of life.
Like companions on a journey all seek to find
Unknown answers to questions that have no sign.
Not a stone unturned, not a road not traveled
Always looking as though with a common thread binding
This band of travelers seeking, but not finding.
A restless wind blows across our lives
Like the universe that never ends,
Searching, searching never growing weary
For the chase of an answer that life won't send,
Not too far, but yet so far, we run about
On a quest for life that has no end.
Quite a band of travelers are we
who seek to find, but yet cannot see.
Always searching, like a restless wind
Blowing across our lives
On another chase to send.
Who can be satisfied in a world of known
When there is so much to seek,
That is like the wind that has blown.
Always seeking, but not yet finding
Answers to questions that never stop hiding.
Dedicated to James Kavanaugh, whose writings of "There are Men Too Gentle to
Live Among Wolves" gave me the inspiration to write this poem. I too am a searcher
in life.
Copyright © Richard Moriarty | Year Posted 2011
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