Questions Asked This Morning - Poem by David Taylor
The horse in the field breathes deeply
And looks across in my direction
As if asking a question, how long?
The birds sing an early morning litany
Asking the Angels to join their chorus
And want to know, for who?
The clouds have seemingly paused
In their restless movements, why?
The sun fills the space with potency
For delivery of warmth and light
To the very heart of me, for what?
The earth revolves on endlessly
Counting time eternally, until when?
The stars hiding behind a bright sky
Want to tell me but I cannot see
Will they ever tell me, more of thee?
Your presence is always near to me
But I seem to lack in constancy
Can I strengthen memory?
When can I rest and join with thee?
And have no questions left.
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