Truth

So why does one the truth pursue

When easy answers are not near?

Would we share it when it's found

With all that cherish it so dear?

We're surely born to wonder why;

To seek its home, to find its lair.

Though every step pairs doubt and fire;

Our lust to know wants us to dare.

If the journey hides the prize,

Perhaps the end is never won.

Might the longing yet remain,

Although the quest is done and done?

And is there peace in such a search; 

How can we slake our need to know?

Does the yearning soon retire,

When all our questions are no more?

The path is ours and we must know;

It is for us to plant and grow? 

May truth in all its wisdom show

The how and why we need it so?