I Sat Beneath The Question Mark

I sat beneath the question mark
And ate the wonderment
Enjoying the digestion
And the churning of the question

I knelt, sipped from the chalice
and licked my lips of juicy wine
Unknowing of the meaning
and the purpose of my kneeling

I made my trophies
and baked my philosophies
Iced my creams and appled my pies
Those eternally revised

The fifth of my summers
The first of my quests
The last returns softly
And then yells from his deathbed
To all of my guests

by Sarah Eve

Comments (4)

I feel some thing strange when I read or heard? But love this one
How great is our God.
It's very brief, but brings a lot of meaning for the very few words that are written.
this poem is amazing