Undercurrents

One from the archive from the 30th May 2005. Inspired in part by "the key to the door to all reality" in Neil Gaiman's "Neverwhere", although only at the ending.

Undercurrents

Echoes of a voice, calling for justice
Fair and unfair known in our bones
Yet eluding our grasp, always is vice
How often are we throwing stones

Echoes of a voice, seeking the spiritual
Dry materialism is a deadly drought
Yet eluding our grasp, in empty ritual
Hope falls to despair, in atheist doubt

Echoes of a voice, in beauty behold
Wonder and joy fulfilled in the sight
Yet eluding our grasp, fade, grow old
Candle burns out, leaves us in night

Echoes of a voice, search for the key
Open the door, and all will you see