A Partial Explanation

                      The Negative Way

                     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.