There is no ideal answer to life's
dilemmas or its demise

No ultimate thought or idea
or eloquent word to enlighten
our eyes

All there are but perceptions and often projections
Just individual interjections hoping somehow we can pause
for reflection

We can ask how and why the innocent must suffer the price
of the guilty's vice

We wonder why that at a time life gives us much then it starts to take away

To ponder our best and darkest moments
the choice of which we value the most
As we chase the wind of wisdom
from coast to coast

Ah but can we hear the songs
between the noise of screams and languish
The songs of beauty and love
that touches us like a dove?

Can we hear the silent cries and solemn sighs
As we wipe away the tears from our eyes?

Have we forgotten or discarded our innocence
and closed the door to recompense?

Is there still a time and chance to
forgiveness and healing
or are we just empty shells without feeling?

So many faces from so many places
They offer their stories and put on their masks
See how they cry for love but still afraid to ask

We can wait forever for that ultimate thought or feeling
We can hope for that magical
word that will send us through the
ceiling

We can search the four corners of the earth for that pretty smile and fiery eyes of desire and put on the miles between

We can hold out for that ideal partner in disguise thinking they are going to be the one to open our hearts and minds to make us wise

Yet, nobody or nothing outside of ourselves can give what we already have hidden within

Our list of accolades and certified achievements
Our fancy vocations or golden investments
They mean little when we are sick
or in bereavement

Things and people of this world shall pass
Yet, everything and everyone that made an impact in our lives great or small that is what matters to us all

Can anyone hear the call of love and healing or has everyone become deaf to the noise of their groaning?

Have we lost the faith and just plain given up or are we just waiting for whatever we find by potluck?

What's the use in complaining that one cannot find the love they seek
Maybe it will come if we spend more time and energy giving love to the low and meek