Seeker of Truth
by James Cucinella

Fully comprehensive of the exquisite
agony
that accompanies the seeker,
I seek.
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.
But wait!
Do I not feel the first stirrings
of tiny wings on my heels and on my
mind?
I shout in exultation,
for I now know I shall stand on the
mountaintop
and see truth.



©1989 James Cucinella


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