Saturday, April 28, 2012

Problem

I seek, search, look, wander,
yet have no destinations, dreams, roots.
I’m a writer who doesn’t write,
an artist who doesn’t paint,
a knitter who doesn’t have a project.

I run to the mail box every day
hope to find something…special.
The letter I’m waiting for--
I don’t know who will send it or what it will say,
I just wait and run to see if it is here yet.

The problem with seekers is that sometimes
They look forever for things they will never find.
With the wisdom of my decades surely
I would have found what I was looking for.
Next problem, does it exist and how do I find out.  

7 comments:

Ann said...

I'm sorry you haven't found what you seek, Judy, but I'll bet you have found some neat surprises along the way....maybe a few not so neat too!

Ann said...

I'm sorry you haven't found what you seek, Judy, but I'll bet you have found some neat surprises along the way....maybe a few not so neat too!

Judy Roney said...

So true, Ann. Very good point!

Peggy said...

Perhaps the key Judy is to stop seeking and look around at what is already there. Don't seek for the next, just take some time to love what you have already found.

Judy Roney said...

I know you are right, Peggy. I may seek a way to do that next. :)

Mary said...

What you seek is inside you. It won't be found in the mailbox. If you find something in the mailbox, it will be temporary. If you seek and find something inside you, it will be a more lasting gift.

Judy Roney said...

Whew!Mary, I know I've said that many times to others but didn't take it to heart myself.