THE SEARCH OF LIFE

Do i move on pointless paths, circling
endless deep trod ways to nowhere?
it is not i perching on stiff benches,
staring with black holes, mouth agape,
that's not the way,.......... surely?
not yesterday's paper and a dark skull.
but neither follow Dylan from Newport to bangladesh,
blindly feeling the way ,........ to near, or far.

Who speaks true? not you or him,
nor the sea's ceaseless beat,
nor the wind's weeping sweep.
i crouched too long in wind and seaspray gorse,
too long to find it there.
And God is too deep,

to speak of me, so i stumble exhausted at the wall and fall,
i think my soul fled my self and from above looked
upon my spent corps and smiled reassuringly. this is what it is.
And so i rise and move once more, like a confident quotation
happy?

'Tis quiet now as i creep into bed
and sigh with relief as i rest my head
i close my eyes and quietly smile
at days long past, to ponder a while.

so quietly then the clouds drifted by
and gently made pictures up in the sky.
time then to hear the bird as he sings
and to dream of all the promise of things.

time then to await this LIFE i behold,
this wealth of living more precious than gold
yet time steals away with quiet speed,
such beauty yet we forget to heed.

the past is quiet yet still must we sleep,
Awaken anew our treasures will keep,
Treasures of memories rich and poor,
such quiet treasures for evermore,

life its just but a mystery............................
think about what you do with your time
for every second counts.......
spend it with God and be rest assured
or for your self alone that you perish?

just a mystery................................