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In seeking search of searching
In hunger pressing on
No rest for the weary
No sight behind of home

With eyes squeezed tight for vision
Rejecting left or right
With head held firm and fighting
For a glimmer of a light

We see through a glass darkly
With the mirror clasped in hand
The map is simply not out there
It’s etched inside the man

Each scrape sees tendons tearing
And blood flows down like rain
The carving tool has stopped gleaming
any shine is lost in pain

Yet there’s a trumpet ahead still sounding
Though it’s tune is faint at best
With hands on ears blocked tightly
The inner ear is under test

There are no crowds cheering
No seconds to spur one on
It’s the pounding, longing heart beat
That fuels the sacred song

Yet the road still seems so distant
With carrion left and right
It costs to walk the journey
It’s weakness that fuels the fight

The eyes squeeze even tighter
With age the vision blurs
self sacrifice and determination
It’s earned wisdom alone that serves

To press on in the darkness
There’s nowhere else to go
Driving on with ears still searching
When we get there we will know

 

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to rise above the primitive drives
to leave behind the base call of survival
to walk a path that no other has trodden
a path the natural eye cannot see
a place not defined by conformity
a land of new meanings
where purpose is not measured in material
but where material suggests the immeasurable substance

wandering 2

don’t give up on the fugitive

we need him

though we don’t know it

for without him

we would never know the meaning of moving on

 

may the refugee in our hearts

keep breaking camp

may we hear him when we clatter

when we clumsily trip and stumble

over his hastily discarded pots and pans

recepticals

now cold and stained

filled with half eaten meals

leftovers of dreams we once had

 

to feel his hunger

the burning pangs of a restless heart

is a gift from God