by Gideon Burton
"The Things of God are of deep import, and time, and experience, and careful and ponderous and solemn thoughts can only find them out." --Joseph Smith
If in my two score years and few one thing
(perhaps of all my thoughts the soundest yet)
I'm certain of: the ignorance I bring
in widening arcs -- yet nothing to regret.
As wiser I become I lose my place
so often in those softened theorems I
had thought were permanent. So little trace
remains of mastering the earth or sky.
I am a walker underneath the waves
of eons intricate with lore untried.
I hardly know how anything behaves --
much less the cosmos boundless, black and wide.
The things of God -- I shudder to behold;
too green to fathom fathoming so old.
Photo: flickr - Carl Jones