Eons ago I was a philosophy major and learned intellect matters, but faith matters more.
Fides Quaerens Intellectum
“Faith seeking understanding” a saintly man wrote,
glued against a billboard along some dusty road
I once jogged.
Where was the noumenal in the phenomenal fields
of ripe corn, bulging cotton, and blackbirds
huddling on wire across that rural junction?
So dazzled by intellectual radiance studying Plato—
but weekends: spelunking in underground dens,
chained to bar stools under happy smoke
and grasping at shadows of images under sheets—
The Republic mummified in the cinder-block bookcase.
Fides quaerens intellectum.
Faith? Mine unpeeled as that old billboard,
apple skins left overnight on the deck
even blackbirds snub.
My faith seeks His understanding arms
and now I believe that I may understand.