Questions

The Questions 

Maybe this is my refusal to leave the tent

Maybe I’m just done

Maybe I simply have no clue 

What is always going on 

Though I have nothing left

Or so it merely seems 

I still sit here amongst the place

Of all my dead and dying dreams

So what now?

What now?

What is to become of all this waiting?

What is the purpose of all this carbon dating ?

What water will I drink from these ancient wells

While the ocean that dwells within me has no wave nor swell?

The questions ripple through the waters

Yet they seem to never return 

I believe they have not struck the cliffs

The mammoth rocks I’ve heard of but I have yet to see 

The things I know are real 

Are the things I never see

Maybe it’s time to follow the questions 

They are like the homing pigeons 

Always knowing where the answers live

The place my heart simply knows as home

Time to roam

With a purpose 

I feel the call within 

To follow 

Yet where is the way?

Where did that ripple go?

That’s ok, I’ll just ask another question 

Because there’s everything that I do not know

The Stone

I follow a blog on Word Press entitled “Walking with a Smacked Pentax.” It’s a fascinating blog written by James Elkington. He walks about the lands of Scotland, Northern England, and Wales taking photographs and telling stories of the areas he is photographing. It’s a great blog and I think I love it most because it shows me the land of my ancestors, land that I’ve never set foot on, but land where I know my DNA resides.

The other day he posted some photographs from the Scottish Highlands and I was particularly struck by one image, an image of the Praying Hands Stone. As I looked at it I had a poem come to me and I quickly wrote it down. I asked James if I could share his image with my poem and he very graciously agreed to. So today I share the photography of James Elkington along with the poem I wrote about it. Hope you enjoy!

The Stone

I wonder if in all of our scientific prowess 

We have lost the things that matter most

Maybe it’s our materialism, our naturalism

They’ve led us to the answers

But the answers are not alive

They are dead and cold numbers

Mere equations and complicated formulae 

That leave our brains full

Our hearts completely empty 

A desert where no love or imagination 

Brings colors back into the scenery

I think the time has come 

For a both, and an and

A time where human beings

Become human again 

Using our discoveries for the good of us all

Leaving room for our lives full of colors

I simply know if I had my druthers 

I would let love and wisdom live side by side

James’ blog can be found at https://smackedpentax.wordpress.com. Go check it out