The Question

Why do we never get an answer
When we’re knocking at the door
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war?

’cause when we stop and look around us
There is nothing that we need.
In a world of persecution that is burning in its greed.

Why do we never get an answer
When we’re knocking at the door?
Because the truth is hard to swallow
That’s what the war of love is for.

It’s not the way that you say it
When you do those things to me.
It’s more the way that you mean it
When you tell me what will be.

And when you stop and think about it
You won’t believe it’s true.
That all the love you’ve been giving
Has all been meant for you.

I’m looking for someone to change my life.
I’m looking for a miracle in my life.
And if you could see what it’s done to me
To lose the love I knew
Could safely lead me through.

Between the silence of the mountains
And the crashing of the sea
There lies a land I once lived in
And she’s waiting there for me.

But in the grey of the morning
My mind becomes confused
Between the dead and the sleeping
And the road that I must choose.

I’m looking for someone to change my life.
I’m looking for a miracle in my life.
And if you could see what it’s done to me
To lose the love I knew
Could safely lead me to
The land that I once knew.
To learn as we grow old
The secrets of our souls.

It’s not the way that you say it
When you do those things to me.
It’s more the way you really mean it
When you tell me what will be.

Why do we never get an answer
When we’re knocking at the door
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war?

When we stop and look around us
There is nothing that we need.
In a world of persecution that is burning in its greed.

Moody Blues – Question

Is there nothing more? Is this life I lead all there is to this existence? Can I change the course of my life and travel to a more fulfilling end? I am not the first to think of this, but each must find the answers that define ones happiness. I am back at a truck stop in Auburn Maine tonight to reset my logbook, and I have tomorrow off so I will go and spend some time with the one who gave me my life.

Betty Age 18
My Mom at 18

Mother is the name of the one that brought us here, the first face we saw upon our entry unto this world. The one who stood by us, no matter our mistakes. The one who gave us unconditional love, when it seemed all others abandoned us to our fate. The last remnant of my youth that still holds my heart in her grasp, the last of two that made me who I am and what I can be, on this Mothers Day I say thank you for all you have done.

This world, so full of greed and lust and hate, so evil in it’s disdain for mankind and all that we hold dear. Man killing man for greed and envy, we watch in abject horror as others die for what they believe in.

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My Father at 15

Yet on the edges of the conciseness, in the deep recesses of what is in all of us, resides the hope of a life replete with joy and sorrow in balance. With each loss comes gain, with each pain comes pleasure. Though I have lost my father I live with the lessons he imparted that give me a better outlook on life, a guidebook on how to overcome the hardships that befall us all.

The miracle in my life comes not from outside but from within. The road to happiness is paved with the mistakes of the past illuminated by the lessons learned from those who cared the most, those who believed in me. Never forget those who came before, never forget the lessons they learned and passed to you.

IMG_0983 copyI took a walk tonight to clear my head and give Vinny, my best friend, a chance to “Stretch his legs” as it were. These walks also give me a chance to expand my mind, think about all that is free and beautiful in this world.

IMG_0995 copySomething as simple as a bumble bee lighting on a wildflower, the delicate patterns in a block of granite.

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The smell of fresh cut grass, the sound of the wind in the trees. Each holds a place in the symphony of this world, a measure of harmony in the harshness of modern life.

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Like this wall holding back the earth, crumbling with the weight of the burden placed upon it, such is the force of our choices in this world. Each must take what is given and place a value on the guidance before us to achieve what we feel is the best use of our time, the best use of our skills and abilities.

There is no perfect path, no map that leads us to the best results. We all must try to learn from those who came before us, try to incorporate the lessons imparted to us whether we paid attention or not. Open your mind and you will see, you have not all the answers. You could not possibly know all that is wise in this world. Those that came before have wisdom that is free for the taking. Foolish are those who ignore it.

 

8 thoughts on “The Question

  1. Your tribute to your parents, the wisdom they imparted that for some while you were reluctant to embrace but which now you accept is part of your fabric and a part of your very essence is remarkably well wrought. That I agree with and recognise every word from my own ponderings riven from a life not always lived in the understanding that wisdom is earned and that those closest to us, those that gave us life, nurtured us and love us unconditionally throughout our lives because they ARE our fabric and the will always exist in our hearts, that I understand is not the reason that I love this so much. It is your power with words that stops me in my tracks. And your pictures – artful glimpses of things that are all around us. I will email you separately but I send you and Vinny my very best wishes. You know why I have been absent for a while. But now that it is all done, I am back and delighted to be reading your fine posts again.

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