If men have minds to ponder, let them read
And witness folly in the human form,
Where reason and the eye take foremost place
While intellect, from He, is buried deep.
Once I, a child, loved deep the tales of those
Progenitors who came before: the man
Who built that ark, the one who brought them out
From that captivity in that Nile land,
And still the multitude who shook the earth—
Not mightily as He would strike, but in
The consciousness of human testament.
Upon the Word I built my faithful thoughts.
In seeking knowledge, I turned not to Him—
Whose incarnated Word redeemed us all—
But to the godless sighs (in masquerade).
For I had heard them state a greater way:
No manacles to hold the human mind,
No pompous sinners dressed to dole out law,
No wasted hours in the homes of “gods”.
There I was blind when I pursued my sight.
But I have long since torn the scales from off
My eyes and joined my reason to the Word
In greater hopes: to be among bold men
Who took the pen, not for their fame, but His;
To learn of love and quash the state of self;
T’ atone for those blaspheming, barren years;
And greatest still: to meet the Father face
To glorious Face (if I have loved Him so).
And now I stand perplexed: a witness to
The ancient roads, the trade routes there, a world
Thus conquered by the rules of men and, still,
Of He who Was, who Is, and evermore
Will reign: where euph’nous choirs sing His praise
In glorious Holy dwelling places there
And o’er the land of innocent despair
Where Adam’s sons still strive to seek His court.
Where shall I rest: in childlike faith and awe
Imbued with knowledge of His holy Word,
Transgressor standing trial for all his sins,
Or raised with He who conquered physic state?
(September 13 for August 12, 2012)
