Bloody Hell

This constant searching for understanding

Not understanding that one already understands

Not understanding one is that that already understands

Why then is this game on in my mind

Who is it that is playing this game

Who is being played, O see, again the questions

Bloody hell is all I can say

And throw up my hands in despair

I do not even want to ask for Grace

That would be admitting the non-understanding

And reaching for some understanding

Thought it does not hurt to have some Grace

Whereby this constant seeking would end

This reaching for some “more” understanding

Bloody hell…