We Searchers
we have searched
and found
long days filled with longing
searched for small signs
in sandy wastes
under the cruel orb
seeking all but settling on the crudest need
asking in our poverty
what sustains life?
love
god
water
hope
having only water
we moved on
leaving our history on the holy stone
leaving our brothers ashes in the dry wind
what is true?
mountains father stones
god is in heaven for it is not here
all men want
all will suffer
of one mind we decided
god is not here
and we have far to go
leaving our light extinguished
in the earth
we descend
in that shadowy valley
the windbreath does not blow
thoughts do not ignite
spirits cannot soar
there we found Yama
who is no devil
but a wise man
filled with sorrow
but with hope
all he said was
do your duty
as i must
do not love
do not hate
do not want
come to me in time
i am the only road
through this wasteland
through this life
you will find me kind
Copyright © Mark Mcallister | Year Posted 2012
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