i await your direction

i await your direction

i am but a simple man

who looks upon the darkened heavens at night

with reverence and curiosity

i at times do try to count the Stars

and i wonder of their purpose

as i do of mine own

i would like to know the mind of the hands

which fashioned such things

and to what end they serve

yes i know there exists

many theosophies

and philosophies

that would purport a way

for us to follow

but i know within the depths of my soul

that they all but

faintly ring of any truth

so here i am standing

my chest expanding

with this breath

that one day

these hopes for a certain absolution

will come my way

turning on that final light

that i may see

and understand

over the years

i have demanded

of my existence

of God

and all else

something quantifiable

beyond the pliancy of faith

and i still await

the speaking of a definable

verifiable voice

that liberates me

from making a choice

of which road i shall choose

in the meantime

all i can do

is travel through this wilderness

cutting my own path

for none can i trust in

that was prepared for me

by the variable

kaleidoscopic truth of others

the journey is a lonely one

outside of the herd

which is my elective

for to be a part of any flock

truly frightens me

and i know not why

. . .  perhaps i fear stampedes

but i will follow you my Creator

as i have

throughout all time

even if you do not speak

from without

but from within

so here i stand

in my own wilderness

embracing what solitude i can

vigilant and pensive

imagining through my quixotic heart

with my eye becoming singular

more by each day

waiting

without deliberation

but the lore of contemplation

of the feel of your lips

upon my heart

. . .i have felt them before

and i know . .

You are the cure

for what ails me

and . . .

i await your direction

© October 2013 : william s. peters, sr.