Wednesday, May 23, 2012

How is it that this light is everywhere

How is it that this light is everywhere?
It violates the strictures of our time
Quite like the sighs and cries of children so
The confines of a proper, formal sentence.

Ineffable! A word for when there are
No words for what we're trying to express;
Paralipsis in the rhetoric
Designs my god without without intelligence.

Rely on what? Spinoza's polished lens
Described Him as a set of propositions
Or arguments akin to geometry.

I hear the sound in any little song;
Accessible in the simplest of musics
Is all the wealth of His true effulgence.

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