I’m beginning to think of words
as describing Truth inasmuch as they touch
the contours of Truth as it’s found
in fragmented forms in our finitude:
forms which point to the whole
of cohesive, simple Truth.
The Word is the Truth,
yet it’s Word that must lead us to words,
words which at best can deign to touch
the Word, always understood in fragmented
forms because words exist in finitude
and cannot ever capture the Whole.
I am not whole.
I am distracted, in truth.
I don’t usually use my words
or choose my words to try to touch
on what (or Who) is true… I prefer fragmented,
vapid things more suited to my finitude.
Yet, there’s a cure…
but only when I let God lead me to an end
and only when I’m met with death will I transcend –
This death must be whole.
I’ll there die to temporal desires and earthy distraction, in truth,
and once dead to matters of temporal finitude, will leave words.
I touch, see, taste
whole, simple Truth.
My words to describe the Word remain fragmented.
They crumble, in space and time, bound to finitude,
but together, they sing decently of the
whole, simple Truth.
Now, I implore you with my words,
which together, singing,
are leading you out of finite time and space.
You’re free to reach and maybe touch…
Who do you see, touch, smell?
You experience a Whole, and then describe fragmented…
Love and Life!
How ought we describe this with our finite words?
How do we fragment Word into finite world?
It’s unlike finitude! Truth! A transcendent Whole!
Yet even now, I didn’t say the truth.
Because I had to choose fragmented words.
