Beyond the realm of thinking
\nOr mere philosophy,
\nYou hoped to comprehend it,
\nUnlock reality.\n<\/p>\n
The mind is much too wondrous
\nTo squander in a rut.
\nYou must have felt you’d find it
\nIn your heart, bones, or gut.\n<\/p>\n
“Teach a lie, conceal the whole,
\nAnd satisfy with crumbs.
\nChew another piece of soul,
\nbut let them keep their thumbs.”\n<\/p>\n
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\nAnd tortured Gospel cries.
\nYou always feared to swallow
\nThose precious infant eyes.\n<\/p>\n
\nEach time you stopped to stare.
\nYou never thought to measure
\nA mother’s simple prayer.\n<\/p>\n
\nWhen you reduce your speed,
\nWith steps the Lord will show you,
\nSufficient to your need. \n<\/p>\n