Like a Rising Stone


Like a Rising Stone

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
and to be loved
Without the Divine
a lifetime
truly wasted

For once upon a time
you would drift so fine
crossing the line
past your prime
Didn’t you?
Within the spin
of a freefall
you heard the call
that whisper sublime
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 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 so high
with your raptor pack
As on a vulture’s wing
circling after
some drive-by snack
whilst speed feeding
that 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 card left to deal?
Like an unpaid loan
to a creditor unknown
serving a vanquished throne
Like a sinking stone

Never saw through
that 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
Those placebo priests
with hearts of stone
and their religious yeast
that’ll eat you to the bone
Are those golden delusions
all glittering visions
of lightening sky diamond
to be your your chosen prize?
Will you never recognise
the question burning
before your very eyes?
All of nature calls
even the fallen to arise
To win forever
a treasure beyond measure
or to ever just 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, hun
how come 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
A 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, threadbare
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
The way being shown
out from a twilight zone
All curses broken and thrown
like weeds being mown
a seed that is sown
A mighty tree being grown
from just a seed that is sown
upon the Rock …
like a rising stone

Words & Images;
David B. Redpath © 2017-2020


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117 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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  2. David, this was such a treat to read. You’re so incredibly clever and a wonderful poet, I enjoyed every verse. Hopefully we all eventually make it around the board, collecting $200 dollars without going directly to jail. Have a fantastic weekend. ~ Mia

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    1. I very much appreciate that, Mia.
      I dove into the Community Chest,
      and was blessed to land upon
      Bob Dylan’s timeless masterpiece
      (If he ever finds out I may be sent
      directly to jail as a plagiarist 😢).

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  3. Hey, David. Lord! That ripped my heart and left me feeling a million things. Love it and Your photos/art as well. Please pretend this emoji is as big as the ocean and as sparkling as the sun: 💖!!! Cheers and Happy New Year!

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  4. David, this poem of yours is lyrically, & poetically beautiful and brilliant in every visual possible.
    I picture you singing to this as I caught myself flowing in your words of truth.
    Man, where does your inspiration come from?
    P.S We should collaborate on a poem sometime. Not, now…give me time. What do you say?

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    1. I do confess, to you only Charlie, that I sing
      along to the Dylan (and other Prophets of
      the Revolution) in the privacy of my car.
      These alternative lyrics just seemed to
      came along for the ride.
      Since you asked, I did seek for the spark
      within the original, to be true to its spirit.
      Thanks for going with the flow, Charlie.
      I’m on the road, in Nepal, at the moment,
      working my way down to India. Back home next month. Will keep in touch.

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      1. That is amazing. Nothing wrong with singing along with the greats. They say; one gets inspiration out of the melody and the lyrical message behind the musician.

        Originality is the source to the fruit of knowledge and the spirit itself that creates poetry from the heart.

        Yes, let’s keep in touch and will talk about about collaborating on a poem together. 🙂

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    1. Thankyou RS for boarding my swirling ship.
      With a wee dram of Bruichladdich Rocks
      single malt whisky, one is transported to
      the Isle of Islay spiritually, instantly.I’ve been to the Orkney Isles, and the Neolithic village of Skara Brae. Being Caledonian, it felt like home.


    1. You are forgiven this omission, M.
      For I know you are well occupied
      with your glorious writing.
      To neglect that would be the real sin.
      I too must confess, I’ve been taken
      away by the rambling wind.
      Thanks for catching this one offering,
      for it was spawned of much transgression.

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    1. That’s the money shot, Elisa.
      We’ll spotted. I guess if takes a writer.
      ( I think Almighty WordPress decided to disconnected us. Several sites disappeared
      from my reader a while ago, including yours.
      Now I know you’re still up & blogging … )


      1. If dogs run free,
        then what must be
        Must be, and that is all
        True love can make a blade of grass
        Stand up straight and tall
        In harmony with the cosmic sea
        True love needs no company
        It can cure the soul,
        it can make it whole
        If dogs run free
        ~ Bob

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  5. From the very beginning, Dylan’s
    lyrics had a tendency to veer
    towards the theological. His very
    first album was part gospel, part
    hillbilly hoedown ,part Greenwich
    Village pan handling dust bowl
    refugee. His eclectic range of
    musical styles has stood him well
    in regards to his professional
    longevity. But is his most recent
    reincarnation, as an old time radio
    crooner, a bridge too far 🤔
    But then, he has invested a lot of
    effort over the years in getting
    his voice to sound just like Louis
    Armstrong with bronchitis, smoking
    a cuban cigar 😎


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