Tuesday, November 30, 2010



Are you 'out there'
Or rather are you here?
And if you are so near
Why is it not such
That I'm feeling your touch?

My body, mind, heart, and soul yearn.
Horribleness is I do not know
For what, why, where, when, or who.
Which, oh which way to turn?

Maybe it is simply God I seek.
Certainly it is God's Will I desire.
First to be shown, known
Then as I become weak, meek,

Be given power so dearly
 Lacking. Strength to do whatever
Is found wanting
Yet daunting--

Therein lives both unknown and known.
Alone, thinking more clearly.

With one or the other,
Or another
Or one other
Someone yet else,
Focus of my whole life
Becomes obscure
No focus
Nor obligations.
This may be 
Of my selfishness.

So why continue to beat on myself,
When already on the mat?
My own version of absolution?
Well, time only can tell
Surrounded by dreaded knell
And adagio ringing bell

In every puzzle
Few pieces missing
Sprinkled among parts of known
In pockets of yet unknown
Please let me be
One of us who see
You are not 'out there'
Rather you are here.
And I love you!

This is posted for One Shot

Poem: Carlo
Picture: "Soul Searching"
by Michael O at Deviant Art