Searching for Truth

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.