A Visionary Matrix In Four Poems(2) Poem by Daniel Brick

Afterthoughts

Can we trust this perception of Life
which dismantles the Walls of Time
so that we see with bodily eyes
into the Mystery of Things?

What entity or abstract force
arranges such a series of
discoveries and coincidences
so that we almost touch its fabric?

How can such pure things slip
through the tangle of our minds and
present themselves as mute witnesses
of the Mystery itself, completely exposed?

Should we doubt this event, question
the motives we had polished clean as silver,
and declare we will challenge no further
the sanctity of the Temple housing the Mystery?

Or should we declare ourselves the Temple's guardians?