September 17, 2002

Tell me truly, I implore:
Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me I implore!"

- Edgar A. Poe "The Raven"

the Master Egalitarian
To the swamps where knowledge lay
mosquitoes breed and rile
existential questions importune
every itch West Nile.

For thou hast hid these things
from the wise and clever,
yet revealed them unto babes
till thou be our heart's endeavour.

To Humility's seat we go
- for that which once was lost
Knowledge is a spring no more
but carries a humble cost.

Dwelt there in the half-light
sweet Jerusalem's Psalm
dare we demand before the Throne
Gilead's righteous Balm?

I was thinking when I wrote this how we have to submit our intellect to God, and must accept the perpetual half-light that even the saints walked in...The fact that the saints walked in the half-light makes it so much easier - who am I compared to them?

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