On "The Raven Prayer," A Reflection upon the essence of Doubt
The birds will gaze upon the stars and wonder why they dance.
The sky above, so dark and speckled—-- they lust to feel the air.
Oh, Man Above, what do you see when you watch the ravens fly? Is it joyous? Do you weep? When you let the birds take wing——and do you care for the flocks of birds as much as you do me?
Oh Man Above——-- if you are above———do you see us scurry about? Tell me now, what is aloof in your mind? What do you think about the stars as you call their names when they fall or die?
And are we the stars that died ago, and does our light reach you? Do you see each of us here, striving to- and-fro———and what do you think of our lights———-- the ones that died long ago?
Oh, Man Above, I must admit———--
I watch the birds as I gaze upon the stars, and I wonder why we dance.
Photo by Morgan White
My idea for the above poem, “The Raven Prayer,” came somewhat subconsciously. It was written while looking at the stars, and it is a blend of my faith and the idea of existential isolation——the sort of loneliness you experience when looking up into a pitch-black sky. The little light pollution in that particular spot allowed me to view the great expanse of the night sky almost completely. I watched the stars and how they hung almost as if on strings in the black abyss.
In my poetry, and especially in the “The Raven Prayer,” I don't try to make political statements or any other manifestos. Instead, I try to capture the inner workings of the human condition. These “inner workings” are qualities such as doubt, frustration, awe, melancholy, loneliness, etc.
In this poem, the ideas on display are definitely the ideas of loneliness and doubt and how they affect us. I tried to capture that sense of existential loneliness that we seem to unknowingly disregard: the feeling you get when you look up into the night sky and feel so small, and just what it is about the abysmal night sky that aspires a man to wonder what he is? That's the theme behind “The Raven Prayer.” Because I believe, when we really see reality for what it is, when we come to terms with the vacancy around us, we begin to wonder just why we dance.
In sharing the poem, I was asked by a friend as to exactly why I thought we danced. What is the dance, I thought? What is this visceral hope, this innate sense of purpose that drives us into a seemingly illusory concept of significance?
Well, in a sense, the dance is an illusion. The facade of happiness, or maybe even hope. It's something that is so ingrained in our minds that it almost becomes a drug——a hallucination——because in reality, when you put down the rose-colored glasses, you see a rather frigid picture. One of death, doubt, and debatable purpose. Like the title, the poem is a prayer, like a man praying to God for the first time or in his lowest moment, unaware as to whether God will hear him or if he simply is talking to himself. Yet, still, he prays with doubt and sincerity.
He wonders why we dance because he sees the uselessness of it all.
Everyone doubts. Where the religious man, in his darkest times, wonders if God exists, so does the atheist, in his darkest hour, wonder if perhaps he too is wrong. The speaker of the poem is an allegory. He is everyone, at some point. And it was these thoughts that were in the back of my mind during the creation of the poem.