I wonder if I’m looking for an answer that doesn’t exist
Gold at the end of an imaginary rainbow
If I had an answer
I’d be justified
But what good would that serve?
Yes, here are all the reasons I lack
May I present them to you ladled into a shame bowl?
I don’t want answers
Care is what I long for
Where do I go for this?
Do the trees not dance?
Do the acorns not invite hope?
Does the sun not beckon chin upward
to bask in Tender Love?
Which is God.