Searching
by Mario Gerada

His Hair
has of the seduction
of the Magdalene,
His Voice
carries
the scents of oriental lands,
His Spirit takes flight
in the night
like the barn owl
hovering
over the night.

Living beautifully contradictions,
my sweet sadness,
tears wetting my heart,
my spirit silent in cold loneliness,
it's the heart of the desert,
bare necessities of the soul
in search of God
who is in search of Man.

 

© 2006 Mario Gerada

 

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