Our deepest selves
People will often hope for a place of rest,
but then if found, is only for a short time,
the word pilgrim is not always a pleasant one,
but in the end we are all on a journey,
and time the road we travel on.
To hate that reality is to go against raw fact,
and the truth is that we are moving,
rapidly towards 'something',
that faith and doubt dance with.
Our deepest longings are they real,
the inner thirst that we carry will it be quenched,
our desire to be ‘seen’ and loved totally, possible?
Human longings thirst and desire,
flow from one place;
our deepest selves;
a compass of sorts to guide us forward
on our pilgrimage,
until the road ends
and another pilgrimages begins.
but then if found, is only for a short time,
the word pilgrim is not always a pleasant one,
but in the end we are all on a journey,
and time the road we travel on.
To hate that reality is to go against raw fact,
and the truth is that we are moving,
rapidly towards 'something',
that faith and doubt dance with.
Our deepest longings are they real,
the inner thirst that we carry will it be quenched,
our desire to be ‘seen’ and loved totally, possible?
Human longings thirst and desire,
flow from one place;
our deepest selves;
a compass of sorts to guide us forward
on our pilgrimage,
until the road ends
and another pilgrimages begins.
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