Who Will Answer?

From the canyons of the mind we wander on and stumble blind

Wade through the often tangled maze of starless nights and sunless days

Hoping for some kind of clue~a road to lead us to the truth

But who will answer?

...Is our hope in walnut shells worn 'round the neck with temple bells

Or deep within some cloistered walls where

hooded figures pray in shawls

Or high upon some dusty shelves or in the stars or in ourselves

Who will answer?

If the soul is darkened by a fear it cannot name

if the mind is baffled when the rules don't fit the game

Who will answer? Who will answer? Who will answer?

~ Ed Ames