Forgotten Wisdom
A Poem from 30,000 feet
Rivers cut through mountains
like carved stone. Giants
immovable and yet like clay
in the hands of aged potters.
Streams feed the valleys -
teeming with life, with death.
Cracked cisterns spilling
their secrets of creation.
Of a time lost upon us
ancient and yet new -
burned, buried,
and yet revealed.
They whisper to us
warnings of peril and beauty.
Wisdom strung as pearls around
the necks of forgotten Kings.
Treasures laid waste
by the foolish and rushed.
Their blood cries out,
the rivers rage,
the truths unveiled
to those who have
ears to hear.
Interesting! What does this poem mean to you, Christopher? I really like your line, “treasures laid waste / by the foolish and rushed.” I think your poem speaks to presence and patience, and the ending really begs the question, “how do I get to have the ears to hear?” Thanks for sharing, I really like this piece!