Seeking

Until the blue of the sky washes over me,

And my blood no longer flows,

Will my mind become still,

And the disquiet cease.

As I question what is to be written,

With an inconvenient heart,

And the longing to know,

Is not within my grasp.

To believe in a destination without patience,

Is a dark and endless odyssey,

As discovery is fleeting,

The mystery, elusive.

Who is the emissary that delivered the disturbance,

That changed the direction of the wind,

What is to be revealed,

And for what purpose?

I search for faith,

To see with unclouded clarity,

To know that what has always been beyond my reach,

May one day open up to me.