Sunday, April 29, 2018

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




Thursday, April 5, 2018

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!
Praying Mary's Hands Stone copy (1)
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 ðŸ™‚