being known

i don't pretend to understand
understanding is a tricky thing
one day things are clear
the sky is blue
time lumbers along
skies turn dark
murky
what we once held to with confidence,
now seems the cause of our trouble
every time i read the prayers of a Saint,
like Padre Pio,
i know even more that i do not know very much,
the love he had for the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,
was intense, relentless, emotional, dark, light,
a constant joy and struggle
knowing wasn't that important to him,
being known by Jesus meant everything..

wkm
nashville