Greys, Part Iv

Greys, Part IV Grey is somber, not hopeless In grey is our suspension Between unclear alternatives In greys we form our judgements And divide What Is from What May Be. Listen, Listen, Listen - To the tired sounding of the winds Announcing the advance of the evening's shadows And weigh and form opinions Draped in grey. At any time, On two sides of this globe, Daylight and Nightdark are meeting In perpetual sunset and sunrise 'round the world On one side perpetual dawn, On the other, Eve - They blend in indistinction Merging with the starstrewn space The Nothing which containeth all. In our small time we have dared to define The Nature and Simplicity of God, Tried to dissect The clockwork formed and set in motion Forcing Order out of Chaos Meaning from madness. These things we have described, defined Fought over Advancing theories and rejecting them one by one, Running in wide circles back to where we not so long ago began, Through every cycle the result has been the same - We battle our own understanding, immersed in seas of grey. It seems that God is just God: A Being Beyond and Above The weak reach of new minds such as ours. So the Ghost in the Machine whispers, Telling tales of subtle comprehension, Though we heed them not. We are the Watchers in the dim Shadowland, We the listeners for the Voice of Truth. We search for we know not what, Picking jewels along the way.