In Quest for Peace

A curious breeze,

creeping through a looming clump

of evergreen pine and everchanging aspen,

whistles a merry tune of wonder

as it seeks ins non-existent destination.

Life is a circle of searching and longing

for a final place to sit and rest

and converse with the dew and mosses,

which reside peacefully

upon their rocks and flowers.

This breeze longs to soar into the skies,

bluer and clearer than anything

known to the mortal eye;

to lie on the clouds and sleep,

dreaming of angelic choirs

who sing an eternity of praising hymns.

The worlds is like unto this breeze

We search infinitely for what we need most:

Peace

The gift we would use to create

a final statement of celestial existence.

But forever we are seeking

for our non-existent destination.

written January 1994