What can make me whole again?
(by Nathan Ludwick- August 5, 2007)
What am I to you but just another pretty face?
What are any of us but carbon-based space?
Are we but a breath in the span of an eternal sigh?
Is our definition of life straining to fill a void inside?
In our Babylonian thinking, must there be another day?
Are we trying to live or outlive our own fantasy?
Are we partakers or does the wind elude us eternally?
Does what we're looking for ever really satisfy?
Is utopia purchased with a pot of gold over the rainbow?
What is the connection that makes existence tolerable?
Do lovers and dreamers construct myths to confine?
Does anyone ever really look out for the other guy?
Why is it easier to say labels than to name names?
Is philanthropy ever truly unselfish gain?
Is routine our code for controlled chaos?
Do our mirrors reflect more than Narcissus and Icharus?
Do our treasures and gold serve only to cap a cavity?
Does our primal carnality outweigh instrinsic capacity?
Does the heart of eternity still beat in our withered forms?
Can this mortal coil transcend immortal throes?
Is the song of the pack the call of the wild in our souls?
Is death where we begin and life where we end?
Does the roar of Judah's Lion still resound in our fleshy heart?
In Androcles' kindness, do we embrace the wounded paw?
Do celestial heights raise the plane of our existence?
When will Aslan be on the move from the land beyond the sea?
When will we read the first chapter of the Greatest Story of all?
Nice poem, Nate!!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kevin. I was trying to emulate some classic poems I've read with allusions to classic literature and mythology but also mainly to really think about things we don't always seem to sit down and take the time to think about- questions that we just roll past on autopilot sometimes. Hopefully it makes for good reflection.
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