Like A Stone

The religious dogma tells us we should live a life of holiness and truth, ensconced in the doctrine of religious furor that leads to everlasting life in the grace of god. But we as human beings fall short of the needed results that will bring everlasting joy and peace. Weak are we when it comes to giving in the pursuit of holiness and grace, sad is our result as we live our lives with the pain of weakness of the flesh.

So we go forth with the hope of greatness, forever trying to to supplant the sorrows of man with the grace from above, and yet we fall short due to our inability to see others for who they truly are. Try as we might our regrets overwhelm us and we fall victim to the sad truth of our mark in this world. We are imperfect and it falls as a shadow on our story for all to see.

When my time has ended, will I see my life as wasted or will I pray to the gods I never believed in to save me from a fate I cannot perceive? Will I pass from this earth with nothing but the ripple in time that I helped shape in the presence of my passing? Or shall I move into another life unseen by the shallow intellect of a modern human being? Only time will tell if I can comprehend the meaning that presents itself before me.

As much as I hope I have made a difference in my time I have no way of judging my results against the cumulative results of others. No way to score the affects on the masses as I decide if my time was wasted or not. All I can do is hope for the best and try to give the world the spirit of my soul, push forth all I believe in the name of hope, and live as if all my time was given not in vain but scored some sort of result that gave back to all. Such is the hope of a imperfect man filled with a fear of failing in his life’s pursuits.

a cobweb afternoon in a room full of emptiness
By a freeway, I confess I was lost in the pages
Of a book full of death, reading how we’ll die alone
And if we’re good, we’ll lay to rest anywhere we want to go

In your house I long to be
Room by room patiently
I’ll wait for you there like a stone
I’ll wait for you there alone

And on my deathbed I will pray to the gods and the angels
Like a pagan to anyone who will take me to heaven
To a place I recall, I was there so long ago
The sky was bruised, the wine was bled, and there you led me on

In your house I long to be
Room by room, patiently
I’ll wait for you there like a stone
I’ll wait for you there alone, alone

And on I read until the day was gone
And I sat in regret of all the things I’ve done
For all that I’ve blessed, and all that I’ve wronged
In dreams until my death I will wander on

In your house I long to be
Room by room, patiently
I’ll wait for you there like a stone
I’ll wait for you there alone, alone

5 thoughts on “Like A Stone

  1. Careful! You are a much more stable person than the singer of that song. The problem is that points of religion are true, but mere humans have blurred the truth of what 1 is supposed to be doing, and those doing the talking end up being total frauds!

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  2. Many fit the category. Including those in my upbringing, also on my road journey. Many think the truth is based on what feels good now. It takes thought to find what IS good later.

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