I Came to Find an Answer

I came to find an answer,
but I only found a room
of papers bound with leather,
twine and rancid smelling glue.
The pages filled with ink
were black with all the words,
no room to see the vellum hid beneath.

The answers to my questions
were hidden in the heap
of blotches, swirls and lines
that lay imbued in leather.

The helpful worker handed me
the dusty ancient tome,
with which the ages made their notes,
addenda, on and on.

I came to find an answer,
but I only found a book,
of papers bound in dogma,
lies and commentary words.
The answers hidden from me,
I failed to see the words,
no room to find the temple hid within.

The questions to my answers
fell hard on deafened ears;
the words of theologians
tore the faith apart.

I came to find an answer,
but they tore apart the Book,
with papers torn in anger,
and faithful seekers burned.
Be still and hear, no further words,
be still and know the Word.