The Secret

Deep inside there lies a secret. It dwells in the crevices of solitude and swims on the tide of fulfillment. It peeps out in moments of stillness and rubs its sleepy eyes waking from fitful slumber, encumbered by its anonymity. Tucked away from view while the search goes on and on it goes, day and night, darkness and light, it stays out of sight until the mayhem ceases. The searcher sighs, and rubs his sleepy eyes waking from the slumber of the banal; the chase, the race that it has been for him. Where can it be this elusive meaning to his life? The love he longs for? God? The peace he dreams of finding? The contentment and serenity? He hardly hears it at first, but then it finds its voice; his soul speaks from deep within; it tells him of a secret and at last he stills himself long enough to listen.