Called we are


Longing for things unknown,
drawn by that which is not seen,
we stumble along our different roads
seeking some surety that what we believe is true,
yet only obscurity is found,
yet we continue
making our acts of faith,
yet knowing that everything we believe may not be,
atheist or believer
we hold hands on our path
our vocation is to seek,
find,
perhaps lose and then embrace again.


Truth is what is sought
though bitterness may rule for a time,
the journey lonely,
yet the light within draws us,
in shades of dark
seeming to hide,
so we journey with this inner compass,
our calling,
giving birth to joy