Windgazers

God is Mystery.
And we say that because
Life is a mystery.
So if God is Mystery,
and God made Life,
then Life is . . . what?
Exactly. And we all try so desperately,
passionately,
excruciatingly,
(or sadly not quite that much,
or tragically not at all)
to search out the mystery.
We label life. We speculate on love (our favorite topic).
We try to fit
God in our heads instead of
our hearts in His hands (the latter is
a safe and spacious fit. No, not safe.
Maybe safe. And space might not have
anything to do with it. But it’s a
right fit.
The right fit.)
And the mystery is never solved,
because there is no Mason or Holmes,
even though we all try, and that’s
who we’re all striving to be:
Detectives of Reality, PLUS—or maybe x10 to the highest power.
And some are painters,
some, musicians,
some, crafters or biologists or historians,
or some writers,
and the colors, the notes, the tools,
the formulas, the fossilized choices—
and especially words, those wisps
of thought that are the reaching
arms of the mind—all of these
are the portals of humanity:
the portholes through which we
peer to get a better glimpse of
the land we’re inevitably approaching,
all of us.
From this, the ship Existence, we strain our eyes,
pushing our sight past the sea-spray
and the seaweed and the salt
caked on our windows.
The notes,
the words,
the colors,
the choices—
they all are not quite enough.
But they’re the only bridges we have.
In seeking out as best we can,
The Question-Maker, the Mystery Land—
The Eternity of this: ?
or maybe this: .
(who knows?)—the best
we can do is pianos, pens,
paintbrushes, and the past and present.
From here to there,
they’re the only bridges we have,
these tendrils from us to the edge of . . .
just what, we have no real clue.
That’s why we keep reaching.
That’s why we should never stop.
Bind yourself to the sky, like a lover,
and let nebulas—where suns are birthed—
be the playground you know you want,
where Mystery is your favorite slide.

"It is the glory of God to conceal a matter; to search out a matter is the glory of kings." Prov. 25:2