A Wondering Soul

There is a place to which I belong, In there, I have searched for long, For the natural light That would for always Cover my life's pathway, Since all time is mine... Where are the signs-the directions? Somewhere on these roads are connections That indicate the way... Perhaps, there are maps others have found, Or written paths leading to holy grounds With buried treasures within... The chance is here to find and explore And seeing which is the golden door That shall be wide-opened for me to go through... No resisting discoveries beyond, Mortal security holding on, Knowing once and for all That my imperfection is real, So, now, vanished are all my fears And I have become a restful soul... ©All Rights Reserved-2011