I’m looking for that grace filled place
that keeps me balanced liked a clock
tick-ticking without fail
to time’s eternal beat.
Not stupid I know where it is
but I wander here, there, everywhere,
because should I chance upon its core
I may just think perhaps, perhaps,
everything is alright.
Of course it is and yet it’s not
because life brings in the need, desire,
for what has been and still remains
plain and simply missing.
So I and you and maybe them
pendulums in disguise
from grace to inner restlessness
back and forth, back and forth.
But I’m moving, grooving, waiting for
one last and final move
that will keep me evermore, amen,
in a state of grace!