Man's Search

It’s said love is blind, but so is the one

Waltzing to the sweet smell of silent deceit.

Twirling, twirling, spinning until undone

To chase in haste again, what bears so sweet.

Slipping up the slippery slope in hope

To quench the hunger in man, an abyss!

Fool! Nothing meeting the eye can quite cope

But what was sent and was said before this.

He pursues the man who veils his vile heart

To present what will rest the wailing soul

By finishing the work told from the start

And bringing His beloved back to whole.

            What a melody for the searching heart

            For those who believe shall never depart.