Giant Water Bug May 15, 2010

Like a giant water bug
out of slow moving water
Finding my way
a long lost daughter.

I feel the pull
of the stars, sun and moon
Following them
I should be home soon.

With celestial navigation
I know right where I am
I head for the sky
fear be damned.

Is there a better pond
where still waters aren’t so deep?
So still I can’t see
the truths that I keep.

Might I also find
the perfect mate
with whom vibrant life
I can create?

Beacons of light
to orient my flight
Exhilarating to escape
stagnant waters at night.

I fly and fly
with all my might
A little disoriented
but sure this is right.

Not knowing my sights
are actually set
On an ordinary street lamp
false aide to abet.

Around and around I spiral
toward the artificial light
Much too close
and much too bright.

Exhausted I fall
from a life of aimless flying
After all that effort
I can’t believe I’m dying.

Where did I go wrong?
What’s really true?
Was the seeking a mistake?
Or the path that I flew?

If by some miracle
I happen to survive
Should I return to my pond?
Or give it another try?

Can I trust my knowing
of what is love and truth?
Or will more brightly lit paths
lead me away from You?