Feeling the Stone
author’s note:
“Turn! Turn! Turn!”
-- Pete Seeger (via Ecclesiastes 3:1-8)
FEELING THE STONE
As a child
when my vexed head began to spin
I was told:
“Don’t worry:
you’re merely feeling the rotation
of a giant stone that turns beneath our world.”
I was told:
“Without its strong foundation
we’d all fall down
through the dark void of space.”
Desperate for stability
I decided to believe in the stone
but
as an adult I began to doubt
as I witnessed
buildings toppling--crumbling
from mounting forces of stress
as our world speeded up.
To those who still believed
in the power of the stone
I said:
“If that thing truly exists
it must want to destroy us.”
As I lost my belief
I lost my equilibrium again
and as I felt myself falling
I hunkered down deep
to protect myself from total collapse
but down within I found quiet
and in that stillness, I could feel
a millstone
going round and round.
But though it spun
that big rock provided
a foundation for me
as I built back my strength.
Even so, I told the stone:
“I’d feel a lot more stable
if you’d just stop turning.”
To that complaint
I swear I heard a silent whisper say:
I’m working to help you all.
Do you really want to remain
so fragile?
Do you really want to stay
so small?
Searching for My Best Beliefs: poetry book
dream steps blog
myth steps blog
you tube channel
© 2023, Michael R. Patton
“Turn! Turn! Turn!”
-- Pete Seeger (via Ecclesiastes 3:1-8)
FEELING THE STONE
As a child
when my vexed head began to spin
I was told:
“Don’t worry:
you’re merely feeling the rotation
of a giant stone that turns beneath our world.”
I was told:
“Without its strong foundation
we’d all fall down
through the dark void of space.”
Desperate for stability
I decided to believe in the stone
but
as an adult I began to doubt
as I witnessed
buildings toppling--crumbling
from mounting forces of stress
as our world speeded up.
To those who still believed
in the power of the stone
I said:
“If that thing truly exists
it must want to destroy us.”
As I lost my belief
I lost my equilibrium again
and as I felt myself falling
I hunkered down deep
to protect myself from total collapse
but down within I found quiet
and in that stillness, I could feel
a millstone
going round and round.
But though it spun
that big rock provided
a foundation for me
as I built back my strength.
Even so, I told the stone:
“I’d feel a lot more stable
if you’d just stop turning.”
To that complaint
I swear I heard a silent whisper say:
I’m working to help you all.
Do you really want to remain
so fragile?
Do you really want to stay
so small?
Searching for My Best Beliefs: poetry book
dream steps blog
myth steps blog
you tube channel
© 2023, Michael R. Patton
Labels: belief, change, doubt, faith, meditation, myth, new age, new mythology, poem, poetry, security, spirituality, spoken word, stone, strength
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