Nothing comes to knowing
from where sounds bless my ears
or upon anything my eyes gaze
or what crosses over my tongue
or the scents that waft on by
or that which caresses and pains revive –
all of it is from God,
that I know,
yet none of it will show
or explain
or demonstrate
Who
God
Is.
Maybe that’s the point of
the melody
the artistry
the succulent
the muskiness
the warmth –
in experiencing it
knowing loses its hold
so Mystery can unfold.