In all my intellectual reverie
no mortal-mapping in my mind
no erudition from mankind
is yet to elucidate the mystery,
the mystery of God’s Divinity.
But though He is unable to be
patently defined
unmistakable is He in all
that we see.
Random?
I THINK NOT
where the earth pirouettes amongst the star
scattered sky
or when it trespasses
moon and sun by
splendor heralding from shore-to-shore.
Chance?
THERE’S NO WAY
that humanity could remodel
over
time
and moral man be devoid of design, divergent
not from things before.
Meaningless?
HARDLY
how my feet traverse the fractured
earth, forging for eternal worth
But,
creatures cast of compounded clay
we seldom perceive the Potter’s way
Yet,
despite that we with believing wrestle
He dove down into our decay
And,
He voted us to be the vessel
to carry forth Yahweh.
So,
though this mystery the world reviled
if we humbly trust Him as a child
that which once was broken defiled
through grace is, now—reconciled.