The Search Continues

Drawing its timelessness encapsulated
As from an apothecary’s jar,
The Word stretched me beyond horizons
To give me a sense of God.

For what of Godliness
Unless it be unfettered, unchained,
Free of horizons constraining mortal men?

Its good news changed this mortal’s course,
(Having swallowed, but being swallowed in return)
And hearing Him, who was more than philosopher, say,
“Know the truth,” I have searched.

But the search continues,
For somewhere, unbound and never resting,
The father to my soul urges onward,
To walk the path free of mortal constraints,
To be like Him,
Unfettered and unchained.