Seeking

We are attracted

to the ancient woods

and to the ancient books

and to the words

that taste like stardust

timeless and mysterious

We are looking

for deep roots

and runes of truth

and something to remind us

of the way home

So long lost

in the ephemera of thinking

we are made of whim

of dust —

pawns in a creation not our own —

We seek the gravitation

that weights our essence

focuses our thrust

We keep on turning to it

Try to be still enough

to feel its pull upon us

to feel it guiding us

We keep on asking for it

We give it all our trust

We will surrender to it

because we must.

©Wendy Mulhern

December 26, 2012