There are days without sun
sorrows with no name
hearts with no home
and homes with no heart.
There are names without meaning
meanings with no heart
suns with no fire
fire with no heart.
There are heads with no questions
and questions with no answers.
The world turns in circles
widening to infinity
infinitely questioning
the motion and stasis
of life and death
and the answer to why?
Yet I know that if
through all the infinite vastness
the ripples would contract
and the circles recede
to gather in the cupped palms
of my hands
the answer would fall
apple-ripe—
you.
Jane Dougherty Writes 
Lovely
Thank you 🙂
You’re welcome 🙂
🙂
Such a beautiful poem!
Thank you!
I hear this as a choral reading. Great work!
Thank you! I like to hear the words when I write.
Beautiful, Jane.
I agree, it could be a choral reading–or song. I sense a touch of the Oracle here, too. 🙂
You could be right. I hadn’t thought of that, but I got a ‘why?’
She’s always with us. 🙂
She must have heard my spirits sinking 🙂
But then she raised them. 🙂
It didn’t take much. I always get a bit bluesy when we’ve had a prolonged visit.
I can understand.
Well done, Jane! Think we more and more loose the orientation in this world. Michael
When we find a point of anchorage, we should hang onto it 🙂
Lets hope to find some. I myself lost the RCC, years ago.
Religion and God, in the immortal words of de Laplace—’je n’avais pas besoin de cet hypothèse.’
So true, Jane! Old men, older thoughts, eldest action. ;-(
😦
I love how the circles of questions grow wider and wider until they collapse into the core of the person in front of you
Sometimes the answer to the most knotty question is right in front of us.
I like those answers falling apple-ripe.
Thanks Frank 🙂
Okay….if you were sitting here with me, you would have heard an audible sigh escape from my lips, reading the ending of your poem. This is truly a wonderful write!
I’m glad you like it, Lillian. Was feeling a bit low and this raised my spirits a little.
Raised spirits are always good! Emotional ones as well as liquid ones sometimes 😊
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Beautiful and such a blessing to have these answers right in front of us 💜
They usually are, if we look carefully 🙂
Jane this can be taken two ways in my heart-mind: as a love poem or as a religious poem. In either case your poem is swirling like the angels in your photo, wielding their golden strands of power, into focus. ❤
Jade, I NEVER do religious poems, so your first intuition was correct. The painting is called Falling Stars incidentally 🙂 I love it! I’m pleased you like the poem, with or without sanctity.
There is a Zen belief that the answers to everything are an inside job; look within to find Higher Self, and a window into the Cosmos; smile.
Maybe they have a point 🙂
An emotional descent (I’m feeling similarly dismal today) but a blazing truth at the end…a cosmic write!
Thanks Lynn 🙂 I didn’t think the poem would end like this, but it did, and I’m glad!
I like the way you connected one line to the next in this. It created a great flow and feeling of overall connectedness.
Thanks Ali. I like the idea that everything is connected, and we just have to follow the threads.
I love the feeling of falling in this poem, Jane, apple-ripe. The repetition at the beginning is effective and I like the shift in tone from the negative of ‘no’ to ripples, circles and the answer – love.
Thanks Kim. The poem let me to the ending. I’m glad 🙂
The spiraling into your hand is enchanting. So much wrong, but the tiniest right can be so much bigger in the end. (K)
I think so. We have to find it and focus on it.
This has such flow to it, Jane….I agree with the other comments, it would work as a song!
Thank you! The repetitions help 🙂
I love how one thought triggers the other. Wonderful Jane ❤️
Thanks Christine 🙂
That is the most magnificent “I love you” that I have ever had the pleasure to have read. From the vastness of infinity to that single point of focus… Bravo Jane… breathtaking!
Thank you, Rob. I feel privileged to be able to have such thoughts 🙂