Just like a nose can’t hear a song that’s sung,
and eyes can’t smell the fragrance of a rose,
and sights aren’t seen by taste buds on the tongue,
and ears can’t feel what only touching shows,
the intellect cannot perceive some things,
yet some believe that only it knows all,
but like a nose can’t know when someone sings,
the range of what it can show us is small.
So when your intellect doubts God exists,
see it as nose that doesn’t hear a song,
and though it gives its reasons and insists,
you feel within your depths that it is wrong:
when intellect declares our lives are senseless,
you know there’s much it doesn’t know, like senses.

Cross Ribs

Mario A. Pita

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