Is It Written

Luck and Serendipity
Stroll easy down the road
Injustices and tragedies
Are harder to atone
When there seems no rhyme nor reason
On our round haphazard home
It makes me wonder baby,
Is it written in the stone?

There’s an answer in your sleeping face
My precious flesh and bone
We’re as perfect as we’ll ever be
The day that we are borne
If we’re lucky we might realise
How innocence is gold
And live our lives attempting
To get back there, and behold...

I just can’t help but wonder
Is it written in the stone
Cause there’s those who walk among us
Who believe we aren’t alone
How’d you take it if I told you
Every problem was your own
When last did you question
All the things you think you know?

Is it sanity or madness
Gotta stop sometimes to go
There’s a question, need to ask it
Doesn’t matter really though
If you doubt it or believe
I’m splitting hairs now, even so...
Think I’m always gonna wonder
Is it written in the stone?

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I love & enjoy this poem so much! But as I read it, my mind is going on a sidetrack where I'm relating your message to the ways of the world. So many times people act like certain things are written in stone, but it's only one possibility, one version, one perception. I think what's wrong with our public discourse is this idea that ANYTHING could be written in stone. It seems "discussion" is not the primary goal of having public discourse, but rather to make pronouncements. I love this poem becuz you are not calling out this habit of acting know-it-all about things that can't really be known . . . instead you throw out the question in the title as a way of asking people to just open up their minds & stop being fixated on what you think you know is right. Needing to make a point, to be right, it causes so much heartache & division. But your questioning SHOWS us a gentler way to probe such false certainties (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[danielle.]

I just re read this, Margie, because thus poem jumped to my mind following some events... and it still makes perfect sense; I still don’t get life sometimes. It can be a bittersweet journey though, of that I am sure

[barleygirl]

I am deep into writing a book for fun & it's an escape from life, becuz I feel what you're expressing . . . life (and especially humans) are incomprehensible to me most of the time. I wonder how to write sometimes when the thing I want to say is always a moving target. Love your thoughts & thanks for sharing! Hope you're having an enjoyable holiday season!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

if only we could go back to that innocence...but alas..we grow up...we find wisdom, we question and we look back on what we have done and weigh the evidence to decide if we have lived a life worth writing in stone, in order to be remembered...i really like this poem...and actually thought the first four lines could be a poem in itself.
j.