Truth

 

I look for truth,

Which seems --so useless!

Growing, showing and relentless!

Pity not, my aimless drifting,

for I chose--this path, conflicting.

 

My time will come,

When absolutes' render-

Will, I, then know-

My great "Defender?"

 

Perhaps, from a dark,

And dusty distance;

I'll feel the love of "least Resistance."

 While shaking, bleeding-

I'll realize my course--

Pieces of flesh,

And bits of bone,

Reminding my spirit,

 I'm left alone!

Oh, let me see,

 Before the dark,

Give me the strength

To kindle a spark!

Let me know,

 My spirit's on fire;

Hoping and dreaming

of something--much higher..

by

Shirley Ruksznis Young ©2001