It's overwhelming sometimes
The struggle between hope and doubt
a battle of unattainable knowledge
endlessly seeking the puzzle of reason
a trail of logic ending at the capacity of our minds
our doubt dims the pathway to hope
what do we have but love?
unyielding and faithful
rooted in the wisdom of the old
bestowed on us by grace
if all we have is love,
then is that what we were created for?
or is everything we see mere silhouettes on a cave wall?
we do not seek significance in this world
for we are only dust
we seek love