DT (3rd January 1956 / LONDON, UK)

Questions Asked This Morning

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.

by David Taylor

Comments (5)

A song put it best, an old, old song........'Until the 12th of Never and that's a long, long time...'. I don't know about architected whatever as mentioned this am at 5: 30, don't know how to describe poems in such manner...To me it's about the content and what it says and that you have done excellently...We will have all the answers one day, think it will be when we're with those angels you mention here..What a great theme you picked here David...You are so very good at touching people's emotions and that's what poety is all about......A++++~~~~~marci.x0
Lifes offerings and mysteries provoke many a sane query, as so very well depicted in your piece....I like this, David...Quality work architected by a quality writer. FjR
Lifes offerings and mysteries provoke many a sane query, as so very well depicted in your piece....I like this, David...Quality work architected by a quality writer. FjR
Life is to question David, from our childhood we drive our parents mad with one question, Why...? 10
An inquisitive mind helps us stay sane, for life is a mytery! Good poetry loaded with sound imaginations about life. worth the 10.