the secret knowledge of fog

 
the secret knowledge called to me
caused me to scour books for hidden truths
I sought you early in the morning and late at night
I have a fire in me that needs to know
 
some information sticks
I turn it over in my mind
then my questions rise as prayers
the soul of me seems to understand
what my mind doesn't
the answers have been given
revealing themselves in various manners
 
I search different texts and dialects
I see pieces of you in all of them
multifaceted aspects but all a part of you
 
a metaphor...
 
in the winter i gather fog
my spirit searches the mists
and I come upon the foundations
a sacred bond you keep with your people
I stand upon your truths
 
you have removed the veil from my face
and showed me a part of who you are
I am in awe, I am disappointed
made in your image
it is a surprise to me you have flaws
but it shouldn't be
I should have known
 
everything is learning and evolving
even your love of us
my childish faith set aside
for something more tangible
a love I can have