The Search

Searching and listening through the days,
Searching for wheat amongst the chaff,
Listening for a bell tone in the white noise
That floods my consciousness.

The mountain peak beckons
Above the secret horizon,
Calling me to the search
For love in life’s chaos.

Is the search so precious,
It blinds me to the truth,
And masks the spectre of formless life,
Endured but not savored?

Comments

I love this short, sweet .. very very meaningful few words!!
Hello from Warsaw, Poland!!

[Jim Brodhead]

Thanks. I came close to not posting this one because it felt so dark to me after I finished it.