Trying to Write About Reason...

We push thought-syllables around…

Arrange, then re-arrange

To shape a new image or sound

Some familiar, some strange

We weigh the powers that must be

Of choice and circumstance

And how response is all that we

Contribute to Time’s glance

…of high and low and hold-let-go

Of flounder, fall and fly

By faith or fear we persevere

And cannot cease to try

God’s way confounds the thoughts of man

We seem bent to Time's strife

Yet, reason wraps into a span

What soon becomes a life

We know that daylight breaks the dawn

And disappears at night

But none can see the Great Beyond

Beyond its dark and light

...and living's greatest mystery

Is what death will unveil

As Reason becomes history

And Time an empty grail

So, we push mute syllables around

Squeeze thought into a pen

Unqualified to utter sound

But this to God…Amen

© Janet Martin

 Let the wicked forsake his way And the unrighteous man his thoughts; And let him return to the LORD, And He will have compassion on him, And to our God, For He will abundantly pardon. "For My thoughts are not your thoughts, Nor are your ways My ways," declares the LORD. "For as the heavens are higher than the earth, So are My ways higher than your ways And My thoughts than your thoughts.…Isa. 55:7-9