As I drift in a raft to that endless sea,
I visualize thoughts as my friends saw me.
The world was my audience, silent and proud.
I came to life in a snow-white shroud.
Act one I was innocent childhood play.
I gathered and sorted thoughts each day.
With whims and fads, I grew into youth.
Searching to find all those hidden truths.
I wanted to find them without a fight.
Shouldn't truths always be black and white?
Clouded confusion inhibited my search,
And truths were gray like the bark of birch.
I struggle so hard to find truth in my life;
Yet, still I am drifting while in flesh filled with strife.
Perhaps my search has just begun,
And I will find truth in the morning sun.
©Lynnette Schuepbach, 1967