blooming in the morn

flowers bright causing wonder

sign of life’s fleeting

our ground not solid,

distant past, become our days,

temporality

embrace mystery

our end sure, death will claim us

the dark door beckons

faith the key needed?

its dark light gives some comfort,

absurd for others

unfulfilled our days,

it seems we are far from home,

what for our longing?

clinging, desires die.

seeking that which is not owned,

just beyond our reach.

in a desert lost

thirsting for living waters

oft drinking poison

weary we move on

hope our only guiding light,

joy in darkness ours

we search what is deep,

pursued by what is deeper,

the infinite seeks.

is nothingness true,

or infinite love our home?

we live in tension

we will never know,

this is a world of seeking,

also being sought

embraced in darkness,

love beyond feeling, with us,

hidden and unknown