The Unknown
I know pits and I know clouds
I have run my arms through both Mist and jagged rocks
But I can’t name this
I can’t name what I cannot fully know
I cannot fully know the face that stares into mine
I cannot fully comprehend the magnitude of the love splayed out before me in an array of blood splattered swaddling clothes
But I can be known
I can have my face memorized down to the faintest freckles
And My heart known like Rhythm in song
Because at the end of the day
I will never reach nirvana
But what kind of a God would he be
If my mind could wrap itself around him
Why worship what I can grasp?
Is that not why I lift my hands wide spread?
I do so hoping to catch the hem of his cloak
Not hold him in my palm
I don’t know a lot
But I know it takes only a little faith
To become content with knowing a little slice of eternal love.