Why We Chase

by Bill Tabor

Many often ask this question; - "Why We Chase?".

Perhaps  we are all drawn to a truth greater than ourselves.

Perhaps  we are seekers, on a journey, on a road, between time and space.

Perhaps  we are they which wish to understand the beauty,

And  the majesty of being.

The  hidden truth which seems to lie behind the next veil, which is blown by the wind.

Seekers  of that which isn't known, but must be.

Somewhere  there amongst all the turning tumultuous rivers of fire and ice,

The  mountains of snow and wind,

We are ever drawn on towards that which inspires us and gives us hope.

Some would see a cloud, a wisp, which passes like the vapour of our lives.

Like the distant memories of our youth,

And  truly see nothing.

Yet  there are those of us who know that there is in that fire all that defines us.

We find the eddies of light, and the flows of sorrow,

The  beauty of sight,

And  the terrible terror which kills and destroys

Ever beckoning, ever leading us onward toward the inexplicable which is our life.

Perhaps  we know, that which is,

Is ever greater than ourselves,

And  we just want to see, just want to be a part.

Many have come before, and many have perished.

We are brothers of the sky, the wind, the fire.

We are the keepers of our souls.

We are the question poised for the answer.

So look again upon the sky my friend.

Cast your cares to the wind.

Plot your course and transcend,

To another time again.

And  be a part,

Seek for the heart, of God.

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