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.