Answers in the Air

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Halfway through and halfway there
Questions flood my swirling mind;
Unknown answers in the air,
Out of reach and unaware
Of the peace I long to find.

Is there more I cannot say
After ash and dust return;
Will there dawn an endless day?
Some grand bargain to parlay,
Weighed against eternal burn.

Faith in an End I know not
 Is elusive, troubling still;
Soothing waters I have sought,
Clash with insight so hard fought
From the practice of free will.

 Envy those with sure belief
Full of reverence and awe;
Certainty - a sweet relief,
All doubts dashed upon a reef,
Defeating death's waiting maw.

Halfway through and halfway there,
Striding, pushing toward one goal;
Ever searching ev'rywhere,
Seeking answers to a prayer,
Do I have an endless soul?

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  1. Brecken/BeckyOctober 13, 2013 at 12:04 PM

    Impressive use of words and thought. My love of poems is that they mean what the reader perceives not necessarily what the write was writing about... I wonder, what was Eric thinking????

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    1. Eric BergmanOctober 13, 2013 at 1:14 PM

      If I answer that would contradict the reason you love poems :)

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