By Bill Dahl
Answers just beyond my reach.
I stretch and strain to grasp you.
Through curiosity you teach.
A life soaked in tradition,
The rain upon every generation.
You squeeze me like a sponge,
Reawakening the thirst of my imagination.
We believe too much
Of what we’ve heard so many repeat.
Suffering silently in acceptance,
Our ignorance complete.
Experts, teachers, and noted authorities.
Blind faith without exploration they serve to guide.
Your question draws me out beyond the fog:
“Is it possible they’re wrong or have lied?
Questions born of you Great Spirit.
In pursuit of certainty we race.
Perhaps it’s the beauty of your mystery,
We must learn to cherish and embrace?
Unknown, Unfounded, Undiscovered.
We refer to You and Yours by name.
Lives anesthetized by routines,
Reinforce captivity to more of the same.
Transform our reluctance into courage!
We surrender to Your inspiration.
We beg you Great God of More,
Teach us to treasure Your gift of the imagination.
Walls, ceiling, floors and traffic lights.
Structural attempts to insure uniformity and order.
Surrounded everyday on all sides,
Unaware of the seriousness of our disorder.
Norms, beliefs, attitudes and media
Lenses sifting what we think we know.
Worn out couches left behind by heart disease,
Evidence of the postmodern inhabitant’s new death row.
Our endless pursuit of certainty.
How You must ponder what seems so odd.
The centuries we’ve spent defining You,
The Creator of the question…our God.
Endless expressions of doctrine and theology,
Attempts to decipher the truth of Your essence.
We’ve crammed it down the throats of others,
Distancing all from the beauty of Your presence.
Blessed Mystery of Mysteries,
Antacids won’t quell our indigestion.
Tempt to soothe us only as we pursue You,
Led by our capacity to question.
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