For all of my Wondering

for all my wondering,
and the grasping-
that my thoughts,
try to bring-
that have no answers-
that collapse-
under lies,
but what is ever-
what is ever given-
or taken away,
when I feel transgressed-
that I regress,
holding my tears,
pool in my hands-
spilling over,
my guessing.
if I lift,
with my soul out reaching-
still wandering,
on the recklessness-
of my thoughts,
that pulls me back-
let me sit,
in my still-
though answers,
may not come-
understanding prevails,
though the whys,
may linger-
hope rises,
I lay my wonder-
at the alter,
of my prayers-
I hold my serenity.

Comments are closed.
Back To Top
%d bloggers like this: