discovery I think is what we all crave,
to find what we don't already know,
to see what we never noticed before,
to be the first to appreciate something new.
why,
why is that what makes us move.
what sets our souls on fire,
the desire,
the inner will to discover.
finding beauty,
in a different way.
looking for an unconventional form.
our sight tainted and blurred,
yet beautiful,
to the opposer.
we seem to miss it,
we always miss what's right in front of our eyes,
our vision fixated on what could be,
wanting more,
instead of,
whatever we already have in our delicate hands,
holding close the things we cherish.
hoping no one seems through our facade.
our masks of distortion,
hiding our reality.
but what really is reality?
is our facade not really real?
are our lies actually the truth?
we can't collect them from the world anymore.
how can that not be the reality we are in?
floating in the space between our words and our minds.
searching for an end,
for a meant to be,
but maybe there isn't one more than the search.
the continual, never-ending search...
for Christ.
our minds unable to comprehend,
so we will continue to discover,
everything,
all he has given,
to us,
gracefully,
to experience in each of our own little realities.