Oh my soul, what do you seek, why do you feel incomplete, a stranger in this world, indifferent to this life ? Why are you discontent, even when Lady Luck favours you, why are you filled with disquiet, even when surrounded by quietude? From where comes this restlessness, what causes this yearning for the unknown ?Why do you feel so empty within, what do you search for, so ardently,? Is it the way back home ?
Do you long to scale lofty mountains ,to be a companion to the lonely peaks, to view the world from a pinnacle? Do you desire to run down grassy slopes, crave to dance with the fleet footed gazelle? Do you wish to dive in the ocean, to ride the waves, to swim with the whales, to cavort with the playful dolphins?
Is it the call of the wild that beckons? The roar of the hungry lion, as he paces in his lair, the soulful cry of the swooping eagle, looking for its mate, the trumpeting of the elephant herd, as they trample new paths in the jungle? Is it the howl of the nocturnal wolves, stalking their unsuspecting prey, or the hoot of the solemn owl, as she nods sagely ?
What do you search for my soul ? Are you the sacred spirit of the trees , the tall cedars that touch the sky, the shady banyan trees, or of the rustling wind, that gently caresses the leaves, and at times blows like a squally storm ? Do you long to fly on angel wings, to touch the heavens, to be one with the stars? What causes a flutter in your heart, like a bird caught in a fowler’s net ?
Are you a speck of the Universe, trapped in a transient body, a body that will one day, decay and turn to dust? You who carry the memories of ages, the truth of the time to come, living in a concrete jungle, oppressed and repressed, you see nothing but futility, in the daily materialistic marathon.
Though you long to be released, this gift of life you try to embrace. Wandering the earth, searching for love, joy and peace, the words that were whispered to your being, even before you took birth . Looking to find that heavenly bliss which can never be, you live on aimlessly in this sullied world, until the day you return to your Maker, to eternity .
Mary Jacob 