Finches on Fenceposts

 Finches on Fenceposts

(“He was manifested in the flesh, vindicated in the spirit, seen by angels, proclaimed to the Gentiles, believed in throughout the world, taken up in glory.” 1 Timothy 3:16b)

When you see things that cannot be heard,
when you hear things that cannot be measured,
when the clouds are ellipses,
and the sun fades the print on the page;
when distractions no longer need explanation
and the breeze turns from inland without provocation,
then islands will rise and hills
give up their advantages.
Minds will make use of algebra and art,
songs engage the full spectrum of light.

But when faith is reduced to research and development,
and God already believes the same things as you,
nothing changes except caged imaginations
chained to iron links of cause and effect.

Today I observed a finch believing it was an eagle,
roosted upon a tiny fencepost.
Then I remembered that I imbibed of nature
far before I understood a thing.