The Need

How many times I’ve sat in prayer,

Hoping there was someone there,

To listen to the musings of my heart

So many times I thought I knew,

What I wanted God to do,

And so I put the horse before the cart

For as I put my order in,

And waited for God to begin,

To send my heart’s desire postage paid

I never stopped to give a thought

To all the good things I have got

Or give a nod to plans God might have made

For when I make my prayer request

I assume that I know best

What will bring me happiness on earth

For what I fail to realize,

A man, no matter how he tries,

Can never estimate the real worth

Of challenges that try the soul

Like Sisyphus who tried to roll

The stone up to the summit of the hill

For people, being bon vivant

Think we need the things we want

And in receiving finds us wanting still

People seem to need to need

We are prisoners to our greed

And what we have is never quite enough

Siddartha tried to tell us so,

Will we ever come to know

Our souls are never satisfied with stuff?

And yet there’s something we all lack

And we all want to gain it back

We travel roads not knowing where they lead

So thus were all religions born

And every heart was rightly torn

For every human soul that needs to need.

Wilson/07