Where do I Turn? - a Poem about Finding Peace
Is There Peace?
How horribly ugly and deafening
The whirring mind and silent soul
That rushes to and then away
Fluttering up but then a hole.
Seconds and eons passing by fast
a trivial life with sudden swerves
Smothering quick, then left in the past
A hopeful cloud that overturns.
Blizzards of thought, consuming and numb,
Just one life of questionable worth
Never to settle, rest won’t succomb.
Trudging along to tolerate earth.
Does God desert those who doubt?
Where fear abides and questions reign
Never giving a secure way out?
In constant wonder, lingering pain.
Where is the comfort, one day of rest?
The clear beacon and warming light?
Why the ever-widening search,
The hours long, ongoing fight?
Windows shutting once again,
And still can’t find that open door.
We close our eyes in bated breath
And plead for peace and so much more.