I search the streets endlessly wondering on, aware of all around but caring less the faceless eyes watching. But I move on searching.
I walk the fields in the day though the night walking on and on still I walk.
I have crossed the ocean, rode on its many waves and steamed though her many seas and I continue to move on.
For I cannot say that I have been everywhere but what I can say and will is that he is everywhere I have been. For my search has not been looking for where is but where he is not.
I see his hand, his work is so refined you can see and feel his work. Not like man’s whom ones see daily his work leaves a beauty that cannot be touched by man.
In the battle scared mountains of Korea to the western deserts of America his work is clear.
I feel his love around me it guides me even when I fight against it, it flows thru me unfetter
It give me peace when non around me are at peace, and shields me from evil that would destroy me.
I need not search for it for it is always with me.
IT is my guiding light,