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
and glittering visions
of lightening sky diamonds
to be your your chosen prize?
Will you never recognise
the question burning
before your very eyes?
Nature’s very splendour calls
even the fallen
and broken 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 pointed 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
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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Isle of Skye in the Beholder’s Eye


The Outstanding Stones of Stenness

New Morning Uluru

44 thoughts on “Like a Rising Stone”

  1. “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”

    Riveting! 😁

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    1. Thanks for that positive rivet 😎
      Yes, one should never let a fraud
      get between you and God’s truth.
      Otherwise you’re allowing a
      charlatan, or a hypocrite, to be
      closer to God than yourself.

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  2. Wow! what a rich feast for the eyes and ears; cereblations for the brain; eat your heart out, Dylan: this is vast and ambitious; my fave section is Not listening to those old men in robes and suits; but so many quotable lines; one reading is not enough 🙂

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    1. Multiple imbibing is the highest
      form of literary flattery, John.
      Greatly appreciated.
      I do like to stand on the giant
      shoulders of Poet Laureates, to
      question the wind, and even try
      to catch it 😎

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  3. That is some wonderful work there! It has to be one of my favourite songs from back then.
    The rhythm of the poetry is so upbeat in itself that I can imagine Dylan singing it onstage and people not knowing!
    Wonderful work David. (not to forget the psychedelic ‘artwork’ in the end.)

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    1. Greatly appreciated, Shanyu.
      I was privileged enough to see
      the Poet Laureate of Rock in
      concert a few times before his
      voice hit the gravel … and a
      couple of times after.


    1. Thank you, Joni 🙏💛
      The first few photos were taken
      in Scotland 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 on the Isle of Skye,
      and the Orkney Islands. Of course,
      the big rock is Uluru, in the dead
      centre of Australia 🇦🇺 😎

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      1. Wow I would love to visit there some day. The photographs were amazing. We love the show OutLander which is filmed in Scotland 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 and what a beautiful place. I bet it gets very hot in the center of Australia. Thank you for sharing. ❤️🤗

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      2. Best time to visit the Scottish
        Highlands is summer 🥶 just
        as winter (the dry season) is the
        only time to visit the red centre
        of Australia ☀️During the wet
        season 💦 it’s way too hot 🥵 and
        the crocs 🐊 go prowling. They
        can’t resist the exotic taste of
        foreign tourist 😎

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      3. Thank you for telling me. I wouldn’t want to be sampled by the starving crocs. The photographs make it look beautiful and I bet you took lots of photographs. I would love to go to Scotland. Perhaps someday. I would love to travel more. Blessings to you and your family. Hugs 🤗 Joni

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