The Search Poem by Don Aldrich

What can we do when light turns to darkness?

Whose voice will lead from the depths of the grave?

Where is the wisdom that seeks past old doctrines?

When how asks the question; who will prevail?


How do we know the search yet dwells within us?

When misguided souls tell our hearts how to feel?

How do we hear past our self-righteous whispers?

When how asks the question; who will prevail?


We are the search still entwined with a journey,

Bound closely together on times endless trail

Invoking a hunger passed down through the ages,

Where how asks the question; who will prevail?


Search for Questions/Listen for Answers