Continuing from here, here and here, this is another one in the series :
Not on the ground, not up there anywhere,
not a burning phoenix, not a shimmering glare.
Drenched, overwhelmed by rain's might,
stands the uninitiated, battling for light.
Thinks of a struggle, then thinks why,
the how of it, and above all by.
Thus stands there, with a longing trace,
buried deep beneath, shadows of his face.
O divinity! bless him the question,
the answers he needs,'n doubts he can shun.
--Not a pensive resignation this time, but an honest acknowledgement
