Upon Impact

 

I do not understand all things...

  But I seek to. 

I can not understand the infinite unraveling, 

  or the cosmic puzzle pieces, 

  Still strewn about...

   But I can try. 

I can not presume or profess to know, 

  that which is stated in belief. 

   And in fact, 

       I would not...

  but I can lean into my intuitive maps, 

    and I can give Faith it's credit due. 

Faith... a magic of sorts. 

It is my stipulation. 

  Something rendered upon inseminal impact. 

 The Birthright of expanse. 

 The unhinged need to know. 

 The driver of curiosity, 

    Itching ever beneathe. 

    However...

What can our meager minds comprehend, 

  contrasted to God's own? 

It is not nothing....

  But it is handicapped of sorts. 

No...

All we can do afterall...

Is seek, 

  and try. 

That was my imprint of impact; 

  An ever curious eye.