How do we have the courage to ask the questions that must be asked?  We just do.. maybe?

Sacred Questions
by Michael Doyle

Searching for the courage needed
Listening to the inner voices, I've pleaded
To the one that asks the sacred questions
Doing as it does without hesitation

That secret "they" who do not identify
Themselves or when wrong rarely rectify
Demand of me that I know the unknown
Glorious it is to pretend it is plainly shown

But those answers we need seldom are
It matters little how I strum this guitar
Seeking to know that hard to find truth
But I know that I've mostly been lost since youth

This journey of mine has long since begun
The destiny was far enough as to almost outrun
My patience in its qualities dented if not shattered
As my life has moved on unexpectedly battered

All that which is truly approaching the wise
Has been seen before by much clearer eyes
Thousands of times and yet still I must ask
What is it before me that is my meaningful task?

All of these questions approached with experience
Sometimes escaped through my intention of deference
But never quite as complicated as it somehow seems
Here in my mind outside of my land of far dreams

Looking as I do searching through rooms of wisdom
Be it philosophical or from my Father's Holy Kingdom
There in the quantum field of my life's transmission
I find myself fully amidst yet another transformation

(c) June 11, 2020  Michael Doyle
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