Inner Storm
Beyond the realm of thinking
Or mere philosophy,
You hoped to comprehend it,
Unlock reality.
The mind is much too wondrous
To squander in a rut.
You must have felt you’d find it
In your heart, bones, or gut.
“Teach a lie, conceal the whole,
And satisfy with crumbs.
Chew another piece of soul,
but let them keep their thumbs.”
Sed libera nos a malo
And tortured Gospel cries.
You always feared to swallow
Those precious infant eyes.
The pictures were too jarring,
Each time you stopped to stare.
You never thought to measure
A mother’s simple prayer.
You’ll make it through the downpour,
When you reduce your speed,
With steps the Lord will show you,
Sufficient to your need.
J A D