A lifetime of searching
where the road
meets the horizon
A lifetime of searching
where the thunderous waterfall
meets the glen below
A lifetime of searching
I am standing on the precipice
seeing the blanket of forest
without ever falling
A lifetime of searching &
to behold life; a glimpse of it
seeing each child born
A lifetime of searching
seeing each bud burst into bloom
each leaf unfurl into green
A lifetime of searching
waiting for life to penetrate
barriers of wall
that are enclosing me
A lifetime of searching
yearning for its’ expanse
waiting for the moment
A lifetime of searching
knowing the moment will come
my moment of joy
© January 2016
Renee Espriu
Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself
reneejustturtleflight.com 
We can only hope that as we search there are more joys that we find than otherwise. A contemplative and somewhat wistful posting, Renee.
LikeLike
I think it is really due to my chronic fatigue. Yes, wistful, would be an apt description. I have had moments but they are here and gone and do not last. Thank you for visiting.
LikeLike
I feel great resonance with this poem, Renee, and also with your reply to Bodhirose. Heartfelt good wishes, Sam 🙂
LikeLike
Thank you for your kind comment. At 63yrs of age with grandchildren and great grandchildren I have come to understand that a lifetime and more is sometimes where a path will lead. I am thankful for every ‘joyful moment’ in a difficult life, that comes my way. I am happy for you that you have chosen your path while still young. I wish for you the best. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person