Isak Boyd

The Wise Man - Poem by Isak Boyd

I seek and search
Under every rock and crevice
Digging until my nails are raw
'What are you looking for my child? '
The wise man asks.
'A Life. A Home. Myself. Everything'
I reply, as I voyage across seas
In a solitary vessel
just big enough for my clothes
and my worries
'Its out there old man, trust me, '
I say into the wind.
He laughs.
'But why? '
'When God is waiting for you on your doorstep.'

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 27, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 12, 2012

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