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Inscrutable

Contributed by Elizabeth_Dandy on Saturday, 18th August 2012 @ 04:44:59 PM in AEST
Topic: spiritual

Augustine Saint, strolled musing 'long the strand,

Absorbed and baffled by a mystery,

Enigma that he failed to understand,

In its for him too great complexity,

Lo! three in one, he asked, how can that be?

This problem taxed the holy bishop’s brain,

Surpassed his intellect's keen faculty,

And proved trained reasoning sterile and vain.

So big a problem, enigmatic scheme,

Unravel it, - impossibility,

To solve the mystery was beyond him,-

So far beyond his mind’s acuity.

He stopped his strolling and then gently smiled,-

His eyes beholding,-  digging in the sand

With scoop and water pail and bowl- a child,

Engrossed, with zeal, and purposeful intent.

"What are you doing here child?- asked the Saint.

With scoop and pail, big bowl and can of tin?":

“Good Sir, I dug a hole here in the sand,

And hasten now to pour the ocean in!”

“Look here! - I have to run and fill the bowl,-

I am busy Sir, please kindly let me be,

I got to fill with water now my hole,

Until it holds the big and shimmering  sea”

Light beams now filled the Saint who suddenly

Grasped that mere learning was irrelevant,-

The Triune ocean of infinity-

Man’s meant to adore, but need not comprehend.

© Elizabeth Dandy

Feast of the Holy Trinity

Copyright Â© Elizabeth_Dandy ... [ 2012-08-18 16:44:59]
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Re: Inscrutable (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Saturday, 18th August 2012 @ 06:32:47 PM AEST
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This is an awesome write.
luv, huggs, blessings,
emy

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