Friday, August 8, 2014
The Clue: Or the Sacred Heart
The factors of our life are not explained
Through common sense or human reason strained
To fit the contrasts of reality.
So intricate is personality,
Our nature will dissent from every plan
To pinpoint who we truly are, to span
Our height and depth and leave the whole resolved.
Only from patient reverence may evolve
A feeling for the curious mystery
Of darksome light and awkward majesty
In everyone, to grope upon the clue
So deeply cut in letters, crimson-hued,
Upon one living heart where beats, alone,
The universal life one with our own.
Dennis Evans, December 1979