Questions

Are these but so many meanderings
so many waters coursing the pounded rocks
so many streams flowing deep in the earth?

Are these but so much ink dried on yellow skins
so many parchments witnessing the age-long quest
so many hands penning tales of journeyed souls?

Are these but so much clay pressed upon the wheel
so much mud spun into the shapes of Man
so many palms molding pots for drinking Life?

I know not but wonder while observing all
peaking into the heart of Matter's bubbling stuff
the stuff our life-course is shaped, by and by.

O God, Player, Redeemer, Word of Life, Son
nestled in the flesh of every womb-borne child
speak your glad-tidings that we-explorers may know
may create the questions whose answers are You.