I searched through the cosmos to truly feel
The truth behind what don’t feel real
I have scoured through countless text
Only to discover I don’t know what comes next
For every page was a mirror to me
Showing the cracks I refused to see
And every crack was a doorway wide
Where the Creator whispered, “Come inside.”
I chased the stars for a drop of proof,
But the answer was hiding under my roof—
Buried in friends, in the love we sow,
In the broken places where prayers still grow.
I wanted secrets, ancient and vast,
But found the future stitched in the past;
Found that everything false must fall apart
Before faith above reason can enter the heart.
So now I stand naked, no masks, no lies,
With a trembling heart that finally cries:
“All that I sought was never out there—
It was You in the center of this despair.”
And the truth that hides in the cosmic view:
There is nothing to find—only something to do.
To love the Ten, to rise above,
To turn my shattered self to love.
