The great unknown

The Great Unknown


Oh my life is but a shadow on the surface of this great testing ground, and that I should succeed in my journey seems like a distant, fitful dream.
Where to does my final destiny take me oh great one, seer of all good?
What does this weak life offer? How to you does my feeble efforts seem?

Sometimes I feel like a prisoner.. held against my will o merciful master
Constantly struggling like a reluctant dog against a restricting but guiding lead,
I pull wilfully…. in the opposite direction.. harder and faster.
My heart painfully beats… my destination drawing me, like some sweet alluring mead

And I can see nothing else, feel nothing more than the impulse to be free.
And yet at times… I feel I have no real direction for which to aim…
Contented to just stay in limbo, like a trapped earth bound spirit that some see,
“THIS IS NOT WHAT I WANT ….ITS NOT A GAME…”

I cry out… nor is it an exam I can studiously pass as some people think
Why do I resist so, if it is the way that is right and true?
And why do I have to be tested to gain access to the sanctum…or to have that link
…With that other world…. beyond my reach, the one with the strange hue?


Questions reel in my head as I try to make sense of it all… understand the way.
But I fail at every stage, and I get so angry at you…. oh unseen one
Why is it that I was born blinkered to your truth? that no real answers come as I pray?
Is it something I am doing wrong? Am I really having such fun?


So here I am now Oh great maker of all things…. I am like putty in your hands
Take me……in surrender, as your own… and show me the right way, I beg of you.
I have nothing left to give… and am unable to pick from the great sands
Made up like dunes…… from millions of grains of tales and texts said to be true

I am just a man…. tired of the fight, but asking for that one grain to be found
..to hold it in my hand…..let it enlighten my ravaged heart….
That I might understand my purpose, my path and hear again that sweet sound
….that comforting distant voice…. I often heard at the start

Of my journey …into this great unknown

By R. Paris