By David Fraser ©

Some of us

Stare up at the stars,

Others at the sun

Or the moon

Or look for guidance

In and among

The rocks and trees,

The gentle breeze,

The thunder storm

And dancing on the waves

Or grasslands.

Others develop

Elaborate images

For the unknown

And drape those

Visions

In parchment and words,

Stained glass

Carved wood

Sculpted rock and concrete.

Others wander somewhere

Amid the pull of forces

While still others

In their searching

Sink into swamps of despair.

We all need to wander

Somehow, somewhere

Within ourselves

To find what shape

Is god.

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