I do not blame the angry
For their disillusionment;
Or seek to mar the finders
With a scientific bent
So many that I meet know what
Has been, and what will be:
But I am just a seeker,
I have little certainty
I cannot say I don’t know what
Hate is, for that’s not true:
I cannot see the world as I
Am sure it’s seen by you
The words I want to hear from you
Are ones that you have spoken;
Not ones that I have placed there
As a cheap replacement token
So tell me how you came to be
The you that’s come to be:
The pathway that you tread upon,
The truth that sets you free –
And where our paths diverge, then we
Can wish each other well —
I seek to hear your good, for I
Have only mine to tell
I do not know where you are now,
Perhaps we’ll never speak —
But one thing seems, well, obvious:
And that’s
That seekers
Seek