Tuesday, February 2, 2010


Though I respect the rationality
That makes our species special and supreme,
I more revere the sacred Mystery,
That source from which all living beings stream.

Though thought and calculation reckon much
And comprehend the Hows, Whats, Whens and Wheres,
There’s one thing rationality can’t clutch,
And for the lack of Whys, the world despairs.

It may seem little comfort just to claim
A Mystery exists enfolding Why
If we can’t penetrate that occult aim
No matter how our stymied brains might try,

Yet knowing that there’s Something still unknown,
Not Nothing, makes me feel much less alone.