Of God Himself can no man truly think;
Creator He, beyond all human thought;
yet questing intellect oft scans the brink
of what of Him may yet, in truth, be sought;
and if that questing grow to firm intent,
it clears the mind of all that blocks its path;
takes on a godly aim, all on Him bent,
and sharpens our devotion's godly dart.
And yet, though God's not thought, He may be loved;
so, leaving all those things that we can think,
take up - our mind now clear - the path of love,
and choose in love, that thing we cannot think.
God's grace: when thought surrenders all to love,
Love's bounty showers thought from heaven above.
2002
yes my good Sheperd this is very good almost Shakespeare like in depth Warm regards AJS
'God's grace when thought surrenders all to love...' such a profound statement and so true. Thanks for this lovely poem. Raynette
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good sonnet with depth, Michael. Loved this one. Thank you.