That Which You Hide

Those who search for meaning

In a faraway place
Have no hope of going home
But where is home?

Some have forsaken
The essence of home
And wish to find solitude
Among the celestials

It's a voice
I like to hear
That gives me no direction
No hope
And no warmth
But sound and inflection
Can be comforting
When we have
Our ears to the ground

I wonder about
The ability of humankind
To resurrect itself
From the ashes
But all is in accordance
With past thoughts
Past deeds
And present needs
We'll understand someday
That then is now

That which you hide
That which you obscure
You do it for reasons
You keep wisely to yourself
Travelling thus
Rotating gently
Revolving prosaically
Millions of years
Pass by
And then...Nothing

What does
God do for you?
Relate to others
In words that you can understand