Using many words,
I stretch and grope and strain
to understand the ineffable,
to explain what I can’t explain.
I’ve done so for so many years,
trying to understand.
Asking, answering, questions,
gripping reason with my hand.
An expert I’m supposed to be,
the guy who knows it all.
But now at last I’ve come to see:
The time has come to fall,
Into the grace of silence,
where questions cease to be,
where reasons do not matter,
Only you and me.
With you I find my answers
though neither of us speak.
My arguments, superfluous,
it’s presence that I seek.
Under Christ’s Mercy,
Brent