You think too highly of yourself, oh mind, to answer questions God as yet has not. It is a wisdom of the baser kind that storms His silence with unbridled thought— for who can cypher symbols from the dark or wrangle possibility to stage, to poke and prod and deftly pin the arc of Spring’s […]
Read more "Pseudo-wisdom"You are the only One I cannot see— I’ve searched the faces on my crowded way, athirst for You—Your arms of flesh—to lay my head upon. And must it never be? You go with us, but how invisibly! I miss Your eyes when I look up to pray and wonder why You hide them far […]
Read more "The Nearest One"When clouds drift down to earth and hide the world in white— sky and mountains gone— the road fades into mist. I wrestle with the air to reveal its secrets there, and often I have missed the gentle light of dawn, unveiling in my sight, the place of nearest worth. –
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