1.14.2015

The Song at the Cusp of The Sky


it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
Knowledge is not ever ours,
Who stand now at the edge
With it doubt is coming
As hounds run on all fours
Fell doubt is quickly running
Do we dare trespass the hedge
The darkness of unknowing
Not knowing if beyond the ledge
All knowledge there it devours
Ours -- is our resolve yet slowing
Or building to a greatness yet
A meet act to make a challenge met
To know what, strange, is showing
Beyond the veil of blinking stars
Which light once pierced the sky
Whose wheels made straight the hours
To what, strange, beyond it lie?
But our expression sours --
For at that edge, beyond the sun
Knowledge and faith are one.

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