fog and mystery

Watching the grain elevator slip into the fog silently
was like watching the obvious slip into the elusive,
the paramount in my mind slide into the subtle.
I stood there watching it slip away,
this colossal thing helpless to the pull of fog.

Watching that elevator disappear into the mist of evening

brought out the child in me.

tickled my curiosity

and made me want to explore.

I was reminded of the mystery that is the Christian faith,
the things I will never wrap my mind around.
And yet in the face of all the elusive,
I hear that playful call "Give it try..."
I feel the smile of His face as I give into my curiosity and try to understand,
try and see all the corners,
know the unknowable,
and be consumed by the paradox.