4-4 Faith…

Back in the last 1970’s, I loved my philosophy major at UNCW. But weekends…

 

Fides Quaerens Intellectum

 

“Faith seeking understanding” a saintly man wrote,

glued against a billboard along some dusty road

I once jogged

 

past 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.

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