Hard Questions

Ancient hands etched hard questions
Upon baked tortoise shells with mirth,
(On the infinity of love, through divinations.)

The sage was acclimated to mute spirits of Earth;
Queries were left unanswered for eternities,
(Oracle bones accumulated, beside the hearth.)

Now deciphered pieces of mystic history
the auguries filled me with wonder,
(Heart heavy, with thoughts of calamity)

Tracing the lines with my fingers,
My doubts mirrored in the artifacts;
(I understand, my dear ancestors.)