Searching Desperately With A Seeking Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

They have been searching desperately,
With a seeking to uncover answers.
And they have looked under bushes.
Climbed trees to inspect leaves.
And researched books page by page,
With a hope that a microscoping close,
Of a reading between lines...
Will deliver a message for them to find.

They have confessed to priests.
And prayed in pews to have their sins released.
Walked upon flaming rocks to repeat nonstop,
To prove themselves brave and fearless.
And even contacted psychics for hints to drop.

They have been searching desperately,
With a seeking to uncover answers.
And they've looked under bushes.
Climbed trees to inspect leaves.
And researched books page by page,
With a hope that a microscoping close,
Of a reading between the lines...
Will deliver a message for them to find.

And every morning when the dawn appears,
The same routine followed doesn't make it clear...
That all their answers to questions,
Have always been near.
As close as their eyes and ears.
But not one of them stops to examine,
A reflection of themselves in the mirror.

They have been searching desperately,
With a seeking to uncover answers.
Yet every morning when the dawn appears,
The same routine followed doesn't make it clear...
That all their answers to questions,
Have always been near...
IF they stopped to self examined themselves.
Since close they have been to a mirror to dissect,
Reflect, correct and accept first their own flaws.