A Partial Explanation
I scrabble together the order of myself
out of the fragments of human thought
constrained by the limitations of morphology
and the mystery of Schrodinger’s cat.
Shades of meaning, symbols from the
past, and the superfluous flotsam of stuff
that drifts across the flood-plain
of my conscious self - astonishes me.
But despite the uncompromising complexity
that confounds the outward blinded me, I
joyfully surrender the inward I of myself to the
mysterious wonder of God - whom I cannot see.