The Wounded Seeker

Man wished he could know
who can ever love him so,
that his mind be put at ease,
that turmoil be set at ease.

He wished he could hear
sound of music in his ear,
lover's head to be laid on his breast,
father's care to invite him to rest.

He wished he could feel
new vibrations, and heal
covered wounds, hidden pain,
put new blood in his vein.

Two candles lit in the dark,
two lights united with spark.

Let God be man's peace-- to deliver him,
from loneliness, grief-- to set him free.

Let God's mercy and grace lift man on high,
His priceless love, bring him nigh.

Let Love alone be man's best friend,
his life to renew, his brokenness mend. Rate this poem:(0.00 / 0 votes)