The horse in the field breathes deeply <br />And looks across in my direction <br />As if asking a question, how long? <br />The birds sing an early morning litany <br />Asking the Angels to join their chorus <br />And want to know, for who? <br />The clouds have seemingly paused <br />In their restless movements, why? <br />The sun fills the space with potency <br />For delivery of warmth and light <br />To the very heart of me, for what? <br />The earth revolves on endlessly <br />Counting time eternally, until when? <br />The stars hiding behind a bright sky <br />Want to tell me but I cannot see <br />Will they ever tell me, more of thee? <br />Your presence is always near to me <br />But I seem to lack in constancy <br />Can I strengthen memory? <br />When can I rest and join with thee? <br />And have no questions left.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/questions-asked-this-morning/
