Implicit, in his mannerisms
silently, he walked alone
while prayer that knew no catechism
would flow within his soul

while he gathered knowledge vast yet void
of what the world at large employed

wondering and wandering, he lived
sensing, somehow sensing he must give
something to the everything
that made his spirit sing

yet confusion sprang as science split apart
the essence found within the heart
implicit in this culture, at this time
life flowed, yet lacked the rhythm, rhyme

of natural and awesome beauty found
within a loving touch, a simple sound

birds singing at the break of dawn
the gentleness within the fawn
How was it man put these aside…?
so still he searched the world wide

for answers to the questions now arising
as letting go, he glimpsed the vast horizon
becoming more and more the feel
of eternity becoming real…

? Michaelette ?

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