What I say and what I write <br />may seem to you – may seem to me – <br />as foolishness and folly; for <br />I talk of boundless things, and of infinity; <br /> <br />which by their nature, are beyond <br />the human mind, the human pen; <br />should I then not and never speak of such? <br /> <br />Or are these boundless things <br />just what mankind should talk about – <br />seeking the laws of atoms, or of space, only <br />to find the boundlessness yet further off <br />than men of yesteryear believed? <br /> <br />and if I talk and write – beside those things <br />invisible as once the surface of the Moon – <br />then, of the boundlessness of love - which is yet bound <br />into Creation’s very substance – and <br />those other boundless things which seem to us <br />to be Creation's - even the Creator’s - very nature… <br /> <br />then my exculpation is but simply this: <br />the motive force for what I write, <br />the theme of what I write, which is <br />my boundless love for you, for all, <br />demands, must win, forgiveness <br />from Boundlessness itself… <br /> <br />there is no more, there is no less <br />than love, which is true boundlessness. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />[adapted from Sermon 43 of John of Forde,1145-1214]<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/john-of-forde-his-exculpation/
