cry for love

in the spirit of seeking meaning...

a world of eyes peering out
linked with suspicions from deep within
that a thread will lead to a greater good -
objective posture in a subjective season.

your complex mind devises and propels great might
but can deep thought fathom beginning and end
and wrestle with infinite stars at night?
or even a child's laugh or stranger's smile
or tracks converging to a point -
certainly limited...

is good all you want? maybe wisdom too -
a trail of knowledge is no more than
layers of sediment really...
infinite wisdom and haughty spirit,
hopeful, you grasp your own reality
as if the radius point of a circle
paying no heed to other abounding circles
who are also right, charitable, and good.

is it possible to look beyond stars
and move all radius points onto a space
large enough for precisely One point?
can you fathom absolute
and discard conventional free thought
that really only begs more
from the night?
an infinite universe won't give us any more
than would a child crying for love
cry for love now and see.

Reviews

[Kai Rollins]

Correct me if I'm wrong. But every reader became equal to a child? (Even if I am. (Forgive me if I am) that's....brilliant. Mere children. Brilliant. I enjoyed

[Rick Stassi]

I appreciate your comment. We have much more of a chance of finding meaning and purpose in life with a plea (to the One God) in innocence - as a child - than we would in discovering the infinite universe. thank you, I am glad you enjoyed it.