Vexation of Thought

 

To what end then will you come, little thought

Teasing the mind with breath-flickers of light

Are you but a chasing of wind-whispered naught

Vexing bridge-builders and dreamers alike?

Sometimes you come to me; beggar within

Stripping my being of its wearied moil

You press; mighty torrent beneath silent skin

Weighing the meaning of life’s little spoil

Pleasure and torment succinctly align

Where is the fount from which you abound?

Gentle, yet ruthless, in formless design

Affirming, condemning without merest sound

To what end then will you come, little thought?

Circle of wanting, of wonder and will

Wielding your power in unscripted jot

As hands and feet your bidding fulfill

Understanding increases your void

Wisdom vexes what cannot be grasped

As I consider your passion employed

Only to fall like dust fragments at last

Apart from the One who instills mankind’s soul

Apart from a Knowing that cannot be taught

I could not bear the mind of this fool

Or the ineptness of my little thought

© Janet Martin

I'm reading in Ecclesiastes right now. This verse sums it up; all of life's vanity and chasing of the wind... for without him, (God) who can eat or find enjoyment? Eccles. 2:25 If what we do is simply an extension of thought seeking to please self we will never be satisfied.