Meaning Is a Measure of Repose
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.
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