What is truly sougt
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What is truly sought
The human heart longs for one thing only,
Seeks that which will quench its inner thirst,
Often taking paths leading nowhere
Or perhaps destructive in their fruits,
In the search for what it truly desires,
If often misunderstood.
Our songs tell of its agony and ecstasy,
The pain deep that it brings,
Also joys beyond bearing,
Asking nothing less than everything.
Parents know of this jewel,
Also know the pain that it brings,
The child more treasured than their very lives,
Loving them into their own separate maturing.
Their pearl of great price, beauty beyond bearing,
Seeking only their good as part of their sacrifice,
If they are not twisted by lives rough journey.
Friends too know of this
The balance and peace it can bring to life,
To be seen,
Known totally,
Yet accepted, seen beyond what they do,
To what they are,
Something that only true friends can provide.
The heart is stone without its healing balm,
Or like dry sand filled only with barrenness,
Life stunted by other passions
Falling short of what is truly sought
Doomed to wander until this thirst quenched,
By the waters of that they unknowingly long for.
Its name is not important,
Only the experience of this life giving gift is.
Life’s blind alleys and dead ends,
Causing pain and depression to bear their poisonous fruit,
Calling us onward not to put our journey aside,
For once found the journey overThe sufferings involved pale before the truth,
Of what is truly sought.