...Something More...

I've walked all the roads there are to walk

and also some there never were,

I've asked two and twenty questions

never learning the because,

I know that my life will not be

what it was before.

Still I know there must be something more.

I've seen all the towns there are to see

in countries old and new.

I've walked valley, hill and highway

knocking once on every door.

Always looking, seeking, needing something more.

As a young woman I looked skyward

My young eyes fastened to the core

Perhaps I knew there must be something more.

At forty I awoke one day to find-

that the crimson flower of madness

had blossomed in my mind,

And the wind of constant wanting

had in secret won the war.

Still I prayed that there might be something more.

And now the fine sun

finds me dying and alone

Just a woman struck down suddenly

by something not yet known.

Just a woman who spent all my life

hoping once to soar

And all the while expecting something more.

I realize that

I gave my life pursuing life

and daring to ask why,

daring death to walk beyond the ground

that had been walked before,

Expecting to be offered something more.

GOD, but there must be something more...

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