The Search

The Search

“What is your name?” he shouted to the wind,
and when the wind moved, he heard ‘god’,
so spent his life following the breezes,
homeless and unsatisfied.

But his son, tired of the movement, chose anew.
“What is your name?” he shouted to the forest,
and when the birds flew out, he heard ‘god’,
so spent his life amid the trees,
homeless and unsatisfied.

But his son, tired of leaves and soil, chose anew.
“What is your name?” he shouted to a woman,
and in her breathing he heard ‘god’,
so spent his life chasing her pleasure,
homeless and unsatisfied.

But his son, tired of skin and heavy breaths, chose anew.
“What is your name?” he shouted to a book,
and amids its pages he read ‘god’,
so spent his life in libraries,
homeless and unsatisfied.

But his son, tired of dust and worthless wisdom, chose anew.
“Where are you?” he shouted to God,
and God smiled, delighted to finally be worth more
then the wind,
then the forest,
then a woman,
then a book,
and so He
gave the boy a home,
and the boy was satisfied.

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