Of God Himself can no man truly think;
Creator He, beyond all human thought;
yet questing intellect oft scans the brink
of what of Him may yet, in truth, be sought;
and if that questing grow to firm intent,
it clears the mind of all that blocks its path;
takes on a godly aim, all on Him bent,
and sharpens our devotion's godly dart.
And yet, though God's not thought, He may be loved;
so, leaving all those things that we can think,
take up - our mind now clear - the path of love,
and choose in love, that thing we cannot think.
God's grace: when thought surrenders all to love,
Love's bounty showers thought from heaven above.
2002
Michael Shepherd
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0081-the-metaphysical-path-of-love/
