neurons have been dragged down that
parched course of
pregnant thought but barren ideas..
one minute the brain feels the coming of a new understanding
the next thing, the glorious genius leaves with her muted revelations...
and where is God
when there is poverty of
meaning and purpose in my blood
i am trying to understand the moral of my own life so far
stripping out of a broken heart some romantic comprehension
of at least why He'd harbor such struggles for me, this child-like woman...
i am not arriving at any resolution
the more i ask the more the head is dealt with nothing but inconvenient rhetorics
& i am not saying i am sad...
but my heart, my blood and this of course my melanin
need divine answers...
...to continue like Apostle Paul, on the narrow path
and to hold on to the encumbering faith of the saints.
"I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else." - CS lewis
