I’ve searched and searched, my God
For answers
I’ve begged and begged, my Lord
For truth
I’ve tried to shoehorn understanding
My mind is but a mote compared to you
Do the birds see it clearer, Lord?
Their untroubled cruise devoid of mental toil
Or is my leap of faith
From turmoil into grace
The freedom that you didn’t want to spoil?
Words and photography by Chris George
© 2026 Chris George
O this is lovely, dear brother! Thank you so much for sharing this!