I have travelled far and wide, yet never met thee

journeys have been shared your presence ever with me

I have read much about thee questioning at every life’s page do’est turn

scholars have written about thee; the ages taught eminently

but I remain so uneducated in what is truth for mere humanity

what was written seems mythical, seems unreal, apocryphal lectern

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they speak of you as a shepherd, a good one we have always known

and they say we belong to you; we are your sheep from the flock flown

we destroy and we desecrate God’s creation in all we reside

our grace, our faith, our gratitude, fail to grow in your true home

perhaps you are never truly where we think you perform

perhaps you are merely the myth and not my desire

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as I believe in God, I believe in the love that You doth bring

the love that God graces us with freely, of Thee we sing

the myth of your life is that you know the Father’s dove

that this is true for all of us. the meaning being

yet we do not learn to cease looking for a king

I know thee by your name; your name is Love.

© Russell Kendall Carter, B.A., M.A.T., D.Lit.