People will often hope for a place of rest,
but then if found, is only for a short time,
the word pilgrim is not always a pleasant one,
but in the end we are all on a journey,
and time the road we travel on.
To hate that reality is to go against raw fact,
and the truth is that we are moving,
rapidly towards 'something',
that faith and doubt dance with.
Our deepest longings are they real,
the inner thirst that we carry will it be quenched,
our desire to be ‘seen’ and loved totally, possible?
Human longings thirst and desire,
flow from one place;
our deepest selves;
a compass of sorts to guide us forward
on our pilgrimage,
until the road ends
and another pilgrimages begins.
"A man found the treasure (God's kingdom) hidden in a field; he hid it again and was so happy that he sold all he had...and bought that field."
Posted 31 October 2012 - 09:08 AM
When I wrote it, I was at a bittersweet stage of my life. Now, the poem has a more melancholy tinge to it; nevertheless, I have a hopeful and practical nature. Life is not always sad, so I tell myself. For instance, I received an email yesterday evening that good fortune is on its way, but still, my heart feels empty. 'Tis the nature of living, I suppose.
Thank you for your thoughts.
"So you see, we are shown to be right with God by what we do, not by faith alone."JAMES 2:24