In My Infancy

O God of complexity

And nuance


O lover of commanding

The impossible


Of shrouding Truth

In mystery and simplicity


Bring peace to my startled heart

As you contemporarily reveal
My poverty


My poverty of generosity

And affection
Of understanding
And sight
Bring Peace to my startled heart


I had, in my infancy

(Moments ago)
Thought myself
Wise


Only to have that thought

Swept away
By the flood of
Your Son
The overwhelm of a glimpse past
My View


This epistemological disorientation

Exegetical dullness
Makes coherence impossible


And there You are again

Thanks be to God – You
My Generous, All-Knowing
Poetic
God


You are here, too

When I am
Lost


I can-

Wonderful Peace-
Find my home
In...
You


As I stumble

In this,
Your
Wilderness


You:

Home
Peace
Love
Infinite Applicator of Yourself
Heal
Call
Whisper
Impart


I accept the complexity

And
The nuance


As Long

As You are There

Citation:

Clark, David. David's Journal: Volume Nine. Gurley, Alabama: Dave's Journaling, 21 December 2010.