Like a Rising Stone


Like a Rising Stone
a voyage of homage

A time for Life
To seek
To be found
To feel
To be touched
To hear truth
How sweet the sound
To taste goodness
Goodness to be tasted
To love
To be loved
Without the Divine
life and time
truly wasted

For, once upon a time
you would drift so fine
through a blurred line
past your prime
Didn’t you?
Within the spin
of a freefall
you heard the call
But yet you felt
to open the door
to the One for all
was somehow beneath you!
You used to laugh about
everybody that was
reaching out
Now you don’t
talk so loud
upon your mobile cloud
Now you don’t
seem so proud
scrounging around
for some
last minute exit deal

Now, how does it feel?
Tell me, how does it feel?
To be on your own
into the great unknown
with no direction home
Downhill and alone
like a rolling stone

Always the cat walking
stalking, and talking
the survival fit
Nobody ever taught you how
to seek the meek discreet
Now you find
looking behind
you shoulda oughta
have sought after it
You used to fly high
with your raptor pack
As on the wings of a vulture
circling after
some drive-by snack
Speed feeding
the link missing
upon your back
Ain’t it hard
when you discover that
mother lovin’ really wasn’t
where he’s at
after he took from you
everything he could steal

Now how does it feel
holding a dead man’s hand
with no cards left to deal?
Serving a vanquished throne?
Like an unpaid loan
to a creditor unknown
Like a flightless drone
Like a sinking stone

Never saw through
your mystery guru
as he blew
voodoo smoke at you
Never understood
that it ain’t no good
you shouldn’t let old men
in robes
and suits
get your truths for you
To upsize
To realise
Will you ever
truly recognise?
Is the question
never to arise
between the lightening
sky diamonds
still lingering in your eyes?
Visions of delusion
your chosen prize
To win forever
begins the grand compromise
with Lucy in disguise
who supplies you
all your false alibis
As you pray over a vacuum
of old lies
and say
you’ve found a new way
… of keeping it real!
And how absolutely everything
is just so surreal!
If all those paths
lead to paradise
how come, hun
you’ve become
such a mess
whilst dumpster diving
you’re last meal?

Now, how does it feel?
Tell me, how does it feel?
To be without a home
A seed unsown
Like an undialed tone
to a disconnected phone
Tapped out, and spiked
… by a pointing bone

Another people’s princess
of bewilderness
Roaming, rolling, and stoning
the great waylaid
How you gonna lay waste
How you gonna lie straight
now that your bed is made?
Reflections of magnificence
and all precious gifts
to you God gave
But who took and broke
your token innocence
then went and pawned it babe?
You used to be so amused
by the man of faith
and the language that he used
Go to Him now
he calls you
How could you refuse?
Truth for the seeker
dazed and confused
Restoration divine
for the broken and bruised
Liberation sublime
for the captive accused
Right and royal refuge
for the used and abused
When you’ve got nothing
you’ve got nothing to lose
You’re transparent to him
you’ve got no secrets
to conceal

For I know how it feels
Lord, I know how it feels
To be on your own
In despair
and prone
By a wild wind blown
places mother
would never condone
Beyond all flesh and bone
Lost . . .
within a floating stone
Yet found . . .
to find you are not alone
There is a King
upon the throne
with the directions home
Through dimensions of glory
wholly unknown
Beholding a smarter phone
and free to roam
The way being shown
out from a Twilight Zone
All curses broken and thrown
past the weeds being mown
Like a seed that is sown
A tree to be grown
upon the Rock …
like a rising stone

~ by david redpath © 2017

‘I Heard the Roar of An Stòr’

‘Isle of Skye in the Beholder’s Eye’

‘The Outstanding Stones of Stenness’

PhotoArt: david redpath © 2017

42 thoughts on “Like a Rising Stone”

  1. This is so beautiful and my face is covered in tears as I finish it. (I could almost hear Bob singing. I wore this album out.) I’m not going to deconstruct this with any more words beyond – thank you. This touched me deeply. ♥.

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      1. Haha. I remember this sentence: nothing is invented. All is copied. I now read this as: life is an identification process. We don’t invent. We incorporate aspects with other aspects. And then you have a chimera.

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