The End of the Search
There is no finding of Him in books
Realms of thought; but as my heart looks
And accepts Him unknown, it shall discover
Peace unsurpassed, because the Only Lover
Of my soul, becomes known in the myriad nooks
Of inner writings imprinted in His image;
Though I never knew when, or how He did manage
To unite our hearts and intentions so near,
That the division between becomes unclear.
And not in thoughts does my heart end its care,
But in purposeful union of will, so dear.