Meaning Is a Measure of Repose
|Music: Lord Willobies Welcome Home.|
By William Byrd. Sequenced by John Sankey.
|Meaning is a
measure of repose.|
Each clarity extends our comfort zone.
Reason understands what reason knows,
Rendering its verdicts on its own.
Yet if God did descend one frosty night,
Child emergent from a mortal womb,
How can we comprehend so strange a sight,
Reason still incumbent in the room?
Ideas must answer more than we might ask,
Seizing not our wisdom but our fire.
The wonder must be equal to the task,
More consumed by passion than desire.
A truth must be a stone that breaks the heart,
Shattering alike our faith and art.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
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