The Search- a Poem
By Tony DeLorger © 2011
Intrepid men often ponder the very core of life’s mysteries,
only to find the widening of the gulf
between truth and imaginings.
No proof beyond faith has ever burdened their conclusions,
written in a coarse hand
and hesitant in its maxim.
For as long as man has drawn breathe,
his ability to understand why
has been flawed and is ultimately inept.
Like the tree- disinterested in knowing its purpose,
it simply exists in its purpose
and no more is required.
In our search for place
we believe it our right to understand why we are,
rather than be who we are
and what we can become.
To know, as is our search,
is beyond our capability,
and of course cannot eventuate,
as our consciousness resides here.
That which is beyond us beckons us to reach,
but fails us in completion,
keeps us yearning and striving.
This is the struggle and this is Life.
As the tree we must learn to ‘be’
and find purpose in being,
then perhaps the why may follow.