Oh, just to feel Something;
I’d die to really know It…
My mind’s not accepting
A mirage or a counterfeit
So, in space I grope forward
In light of time’s clues
An abstract explorer –
On life’s mysteries, I muse
I know what is good
I know what is true
But “Why?” – “How could?”
A dim mirror still the view…
I speculate to see
How can I explain?
There is a Grand Scheme
Which beauty makes plain
A symphony – it sings
Throughout all the earth
Every thought and every thing
Screams of Infinite Worth
Some yet cannot hear
Some yet cannot see
But who am I? I’m just here
Just a wanderer to be…
My two hands – they build altars
To One yet Unknown
My two lips – they sing Psalters
To a yet empty Throne
And I labor, I strive
Haunted by that soft Whisper
I run just to arrive
But when asked, I’m a lisper
What is the meaning?
What is the end?
No one is intervening
And no one will descend
Am I just dreaming?
Did I pick up a trend?
Then why is my heart screaming?
I can no longer pretend…
Who Am I? Not the Thinker –
But an idea of some Mind…
All my thoughts like a finger
Pointing away from the designed
Who Am I? Not the Singer –
But a song of some Voice…
A sweet melody replays and lingers
The heart, mind, and soul rejoice
Who Am I? Not the Sculptor –
But clay in some Hand…
A presumed product of the culture
But whence comes strength to stand?
Who Am I? Not the Artist –
But canvas for some Creator…
My life: a story written and charted
By the Author and Illustrator