as I'm writing my rhymes
spending valuable time
seeking the divine
I find Him sometimes not where I'd think
in places where righteous ones dare not to sink
with backpacks and shopping carts full of
granola bars and clutter
most would deem dirty.
yesterday I saw Her right where I expected
drifting low on a cloud over the Pacific
light radiating forth in beams no darkness could overcome
I stopped for a moment to whisper hello.
weeks go by
and I'm still searching
wrapped up in pursuit of that wholly divine
The search will continue
until my hair turns gray and the lines on my face
knowing that no matter how long I search
answers will forever elude me.