Stairs To Nowhere, Whispers To My Ears

We hear and apprehend only what we already half know.. - Thoreau

life an ocean, time a stream

baptizing souls in shallow, rising steam

things remembered but a distant dream

dictionaries and bibles disputing what they say and mean

shrouded, the night is heavy and cold

clouded, the day is light but bold

all that glitters in my eyes is gold

this i am stubbornly and repeatedly told

hopes dashed, prayers loosed

faith a mystery, truth deduced

spirits shopped, souls sold

sin convicts, confession lightens the load

this i am stubbornly and repeatedly told

yesterday is gone, tomorrow will come

i know not if clouds or sun

time and troubles never done

death and acceptance new, birth and forgiveness old

against the grain, against the fold

this i am stubbornly and repeatedly told

birth and death certificates fade in unopened drawers

heaven and hell both have heavy doors

tired of fighting up and down wars

sick of washing killer floors

a man of blood and wood bought and sold

this i am stubbornly and repeatedly told

screams in my face

little room, little space

there and gone without a trace

stairs to nowhere, whispers to my ears and dreams

all is not as it seems

unsteady feet can still tread balance beams

not knowing what any of it means

age is cold and old

angels and demons voted and polled

crooked spires and straight lies

we all search for the prize

tears will suffice to grow mold

this i am stubbornly and repeatedly told

Author's Note

“If the day and the night are such that you greet them with joy, and life emits a fragrance like flowers and sweet-scented herbs, is more elastic, more starry, more immortal- that is your success. All nature is your congratulation, and you have cause momentarily to bless yourself. The greatest gains and values are farthest from being appreciated. We easily come to doubt if they exist. We soon forget them. They are the highest reality. Perhaps the facts most astounding and most real are never communicated by man to man. The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning or evening. It is a little star-dust caught, a segment of the rainbow which I have clutched.” - Thoreau

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree Pete.
"yesterday is gone, tomorrow will come
i know not if clouds or sun
time and troubles never seem to be done
it takes faith and courage to go against the fold"
I try to do the thoughts above. Seek hope in our messy world. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[willweb]

Seems we are all told many things these days but...how many of those things are truth or just what someone wants us to believe. Very blurred lines anymore I am afraid. Nicely done my friend.

[Pete]

better to be seen and not heard sometimes says i ... :)