Futile

Why does the wave rise

As if to touch the sky in pain

To feel the rush of crashing

Into the sea again

Why does the wind blow

It blows to let the eagle fly

So it can meet You in the storm

Of it’s eternal sigh

Why does the earth keep spinning

Wanting to meet the sun

Does it realize with each turn

Even farther it is flung

Why does the sun burn

In all it’s fiery glory

Does it know it will burn out

At the end of the story

Why does the flower bloom

Just to wither and do a death dance

In the hope that in blossom

You might give it a passing glance

Why do I keep searching

For Your face in everyone

Why do I hear You calling

Even when alone