Original Poem by Shawn Gutshall, Journey Center Santa Rosa Board Member
Haunted was I
craving to know;
rained did I; no,
poured
drenching the friends
who would listen:
tell me please
I want to know.
Where can I find
the answers?
Endless miles I tread
on foot, 2 wheels, and four,
zigzagged continents,
planed over ocean floors.
Fingers whisking the pages
I dug, I probed the sages.
Quench this harrowing thirst
I wrenched, shaking a fist
at the heavens above.
A wise woman offered
2 decades ago:
“Be patient…. Learn to love the questions….”
Impossible! My unrelenting lament.
What happened
between then and now?
Because the questions,
I’ve just discovered,
are as
delicious as my
homemade chocolate mousse.
And what could be more delicious?
