The Lost Poet



Wanderer, have sought to find truth
Spared time waiting for the walls which separate
 the heart from his soul to vanish.
He has climbed unto the hills and mountains,
Walked unto the deserted remote distances.

Nay, have the horizon met you at once?
How can one be indeed near unless he be far?
Descend and soothe your thirst with wine
 And quench your hunger with bread.
Have you not found a truth, or that the truth
You knowest need has blinded you already?

To such men you should say:
Truth hides not the summits of the mountains
Not in the vastness of the oceans
Nor in the sleeping deserted lands
Not behind the heights of immense sky
Truth lies only in every ones heart.
Where the Spirit of God sleep peacefully upon the wind
                                                                         Till the needs of the least cries. 
 
                                                                                     By: Genesis M. Auza

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