Seeker of Truth
by James Cucinella
Fully comprehensive of the exquisite
that accompanies the seeker,
Torn by the failing of the human mind
to see so many things clearly,
knowing that simplicity is often
what escapes us,
I plod where I wish I could fly.
Do I not feel the first stirrings
of tiny wings on my heels and on my
I shout in exultation,
for I now know I shall stand on the
and see truth.
©1989 James Cucinella
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