Seekers Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Seekers
Truth?
Rare is truth to discover,
Is found on a path...
Crowded with smiling,
Hand holding truth seekers.
Some to skip along.
While others are heard humming,
'What A Wonderful World'.
No!
Often one should have,
At least an ax.
To chop through the brush.
Clearing that path.
A Bible.
And a box of matches.
To burn a bunch of sage.
Then pray.
Hoping wolves are unfamiliar,
With the smell of it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
8/15/2026 3:02:38 AM # rel_20260813T193622Z_3aad590
