I have to slow down and visit meaning
Or it escapes me. I have to ask myself,
Do I find meaning in what I'm doing now?
I ask it all the time, of myself.
And to my surprise
It often says,
Aye, there's meaning.
And that's classic, to find it
In the most unexpected ways and places.
But it's not enough to find my meaning
I have to see it in others also.
I have to hear the stories.
I have to watch their
Sacred paces.
And the sight, the sound, of it
Restores my faith in meaning itself.
And as, like a flood, it washes over me,
I am restored to the unnameable meaning of it all.
