An unsettled soul

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I am an unsettled soul,
At peace that I will never fully understand myself,
Yet constantly testing just how far my search can go:
Not content to just believe what others tell me
But always to delve and ask and wonder why.

I am an unsettled soul,
For as a medium seeks spirits, I seek elusive Truth,
And Light, and know there’s always more.
Though as I see through the mists of duplicity, spin and lies,
The liars do not thank me, those lied-to even less.

I am an unsettled soul,
For surely it takes less strength to live in the land of the blind
Than in one where the many have been raised not to see:
Yet when the lightning strikes or the dam bursts,
Those who otherwise eschew me often seek my counsel.

So let not my eyes grow dim, nor my hearing dull,
Nor my wits feeble, nor my memory vague,
Lest in the peace and the silence,
I cease to be an unsettled soul!



  - AMB


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