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.