The Expression on the Face of Mankind
The answers come, the ones we are not asked,
Or not in wisdom, maybe in our heart
Of mystic hearts, but not in books. Those tasked
With answering them watch intellect depart
When they are prudent. Wisdom in the waves
Which pulsate through the universe and us,
Our personal and cosmic architraves,
Is waiting for the timeless to discuss
The meaning lost in space and days. This waits
Until we find it nonetheless by chance
Or fate. This pith was never held in straits
But waited for us each to find its trance.
Since men cannot express the outcome, they
Are mazed in spiritual and mind dismay.
~ Phillip Whidden