Michael Ramel Poet Prose Poetry

Preceding On The Expectation Of

Within the public walls the question rises what is our foundation?
Science speaks in methods, tracing origins with careful explanation
Yet beneath each answer a deeper certainty pulses
Circling around the enigma of existence with borrowed certainty
Evolution’s dance is taught but its basis evades the dawn
Every  human elementary turns back on itself
We search for clarity but encounter only the self
Our reasoning longing for a firmer Foundation
We find comfort in old patterns that rule the nations
To say “because it works” is a fragile explanation
A circle drawn in the sand where uncertainty disguises
The questions that never quite become unenigmatic 
The universe drums with mystery we call existence
Its secrets are available to even the sharpest self
When Evolution retreats into obscurity, 
Uncertainty falters, leaving us longing for a Foundation
We name the Unknown, but every skeptical explanation 
Evaporates in the first light of dawn (ask the Areopagites)
(Some will say we can't know anything for certain
That argument fails just pull back the curtain
If you claim that absurdity, linguistics becomes dirty
And you cannot know that statement itself
So come down from that dusty shelf
And beneath the surface, the debate dawns (some yawn)
Some dismiss God, their arguments marching by drums
But who is certain with only finite explanations?
To claim omniscience is to deceive the self
For no mind however clever holds the whole foundation
Our knowledge is bounded, (God’s thoughts are certainty)
But man’s certainty, like a shadow, slips away before dawn
Leaving us to question our foundation
Are our methods more than pounding drums?
The humility to say “I don’t know” opens the self
To wonder and dissolves the illusion of Evolution
Existence remains an open door, never closed by Certainty
So let each assertion echo with Certainty’s drums
The search for meaning is a journey of the self
It has validity, method and explanation
If it yields to Omniscience’s flawless foundation
We move forward with borrowed certainty
And with honest wonder awaiting the dawn
In every dawn the foundation of all drums
That pounding seeks certainty and finds the only explanation
That circles existence, beings being reverent before The God

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