Questions

I went walking with questions like
Stones inside my chest.
I asked the road where it was leading
It only answered west
I asked the mountain why it stands
Through centuries and singing] of scar and snow.
It said
I bear the weight
I'm giving and bow to winds
I do not know.
I asked the sea in restless night
Why it devours why it sings.
It said
I move at someone's whisper
Pulled by unseen and tidal things.
I asked the bird upon the wire
Why it dares the open air
It and singing] said
I trust the breath beneath me though
I've never seen it there.
I ask the sunlight through the leaves
Why embrace and bends and dies
And said
I fall where
I am sent
And never question why
But that's not why morning wakes.
That's not why the silence breaks.
Creation hums but does not choose.
It only echoes deeper truth
I asked the poet in his sorrow
Why our hearts are bruised and torn.
He said we ache for borrowed beauty.
Lost the moment we were born.
I asked the mad man in the market
Laughing ashes into air.
He said there is no meaning darling
Only noise and bright despair.
But that's not why morning wakes.
That's not why the silence breaks.
Those are mirrors made of smoke
Pretty lies the clever spoke
Guy asked the sage beneath the marble
Carving truths in perfect lines.
He said, "Where sparks of cosmic order, brief mistakes of drifting time,
I as the sorcerer of shadows, turning fear to whispered gold."
He said, "The dark itself is sacred.
You must love the things you're told.
But that's not why the rivers run.
That's not why the wounds still hum
These are crowns of brittle glass
Wisdom that will never last
I ask the chiefs and the professors.
I ask the saints they put on screens.
They treat it truthful
Clever echoes and call the hollow answers
Every voice claims it inside
Every tongue declared control, but none could tell me why the dark keeps reaching for the soul.
Then
I pass all the arguing light, past the theories, past the fighting.
Something burned without a name.
A fire that the dark couldn't tame
The reason is a sun that rose
Before our questions learned to speak
The reason is the star and living light
Who found us when we were weak
The reason is the love who stood
Where all our wisdom fell apart.
The reason is the word made flesh
Who stitched his name into my and singing] heart
Not the throne.
Not the spells the world has.
Not the lies that most truth did not depend on them.
Glory walks in hand.
Love fulfilled with de
All creation finds it in the sun upon the throne
So let the wise become like dust.
Let the proud unlearn their trust.
I've seen the end from where
I stand.
The world was made for
God and man
And all our breath and all our days
Return to him in lifted praise