Mankind’s mind mines to find divine, why?
If there was no greater Being, why’d we hope for greater seeing?
Wonder what wonder’s for if no Maker’d come before.

‘Fore genesis the eminence did coexist in synthesis
‘Sides that voidless lay a noiseless play
Nary a scattered matter without a planned disaster
Til a breath puts in motion all forms of devotion.

Homo sapient intellect inspects every evidence
Invisible tissue connects all issues for relevance
‘Til Reason’s revealed as a universal element

Yet the greats debate, postulate, pontificate
Even Reason’s fate waits on some proof to placate
The wise who demonstrate strength though they speculate
Planet quakes for the date when all knowing penetrates.

What purpose have we in these numbered days?
A circus unless we stress better ways
What meaning to brain waves, breaths made, and blood veins?
None lest this puzzle fits square in the frame.

Logos leaves the station to visit the nations
Abstract pieces fit perfect in real skincarnation
Logos calls the wise foolish while the weak-minded get it
Not a mind bend but heart mend, transformed if they let it

Logos landed meek, ‘pon the earth postured bleak
Buried treasure unearthed to all who did seek
Reason we trample, curse at, put to death
Though it rises, resides, points truth back to Himself.

A reflection of John 1: 1-5, 14-18