Jesus, Divine Metaphor,
have mercy on us in our constant wandering,
as we wrestle through this restless quandary,
this fog where every bit of light thickens the darkness
and we know the dullness of our vision.
Father, Concealed Creator,
have mercy on our clouded intellect,
forgive our spotted retrospect;
may we not darken Your counsel
with words devoid of wisdom.
for we seek to solve,
yet every question begets a thousand more;
You give no answer -
just a Metaphor.
