The Whisper and the Echo

A man looked for meaning.
For his very place in life.

He searched high and low.

He’d often hear a whisper,
calling his name
from the other side of
what seemed like a door.

A door that remained
hidden from his
ability to see.

Frustrated, he’d knock
on everything that
resembled a door.
Turning here,
and there.
Turning just
about anywhere.

Then one day,
unannounced,
it opened.

And he realized that
he’d been knocking
from the inside.
And that the whisper
had been an echo.

The echo of his own soul
reminding him that
he was already home.