We meet,
we speak,
we love,
yet never fully know.
The mystery of another soul
remains beyond our reach.
So we spend our lives
trying to understand..
an endless effort,
never complete,
never finished.
From this distance
come our conflicts,
our questions,
our longing.
Yet also our compassion.
Perhaps the purpose
is not to succeed,
but to seek;
not to arrive,
but to continue the journey
through the beautiful mystery
of being human
