Running, Running

I know not where!

I know not why!

I am always running,

running from myself.

Knowing not that escape is naught

I fear Truth, for I am mortal;

I fear my mortal death for

I am running, running!

Not to, but from. . .

I fear opening the eyes of my soul,

for my training has been singular;

I am taught to succeed,

to attain wealth, not Truth!

Dear God, let me open my eyes

to the reality of Your Truth;

Your Life is real;

I need not fear;

no need not run. . .

when I walk to God.

© Russell Kendall Carter

© Russell Kendall Carter