Sometimes it seems like I have spent much Of life searching for the meaning of life-My Life in particular. It is somewhat the same as As digging a grave into the heart of darkness- Of consciousness as if it were- a well to the Ever- Lasting Spring-the water of life that is the Love That was in me that I have for you. I have never Found the substance such that I am satisfied. No Words have I to make you know. I have nothing To give you. I have been foolish and wasted my Time; confused what should have been simple- Trying to understand and failing to just be to be: Charitable. I ask God's Grace to climb out of the Hole and to become whole. To know it is ever the Gift not strived for unearned that you give So I plead wretched man that I am that you forgive As God be as you are let me believe as I receive