The seeker asks questions about despair and hope, mortality and eternity. |
The seeker On the run Trying to find myself again Hidden I remain Where did I go? A shadow that eludes While darkness protrudes A pit of despair only the seekers know Set me free from the self-destruction of introspection and reflection In a pool of muddied water She drowns herself Trying to find youth’s happy perfection The hope of years gone The angels ceased to sing Creation grew silent Her song died Her tears flowed into a glacier Ice slowly moving over rock and brush down the mountainside Time knows no enemies But makes no friends With neutral cruelty It deals its callous blow Time constantly demands Mortals daily measure But turns its face to the wind When the fires burn low When the dying breath Pauses on human lips Time swiftly demands its due While the grieving weep Youth dances in the sun Convinced time is a friend But time is a traitor And calls the soul to sleep I must find now my faith I must reach a conclusion To an eternal question That steeps within Who is this Creator That loves his art That manufactured death As punishment for sin When the body dies angels lie in wait When the soul dies Will it reach Heaven’s gate? Who can rescue one From the death of hope Who will rescue them From the hellish fate? |