elusive stardust

who are you what are you

what are you doing, lurking

in the deep crevices of my mind.

this mind is mine, is it not,

who gave you permission

to break through the walls 

I had built round my deepest thoughts?

but now, now - aha! so we have visitors, 

it seems, come visit to read 

the rambling thoughts of 

a discombobulated man walking

through the streets of a busy city

on a weekday evening. how do you do,

shall I ask, or even better, 

what do you do here, 

and what do you expect to find? Well, 

if you were a-wondering who on earth

I'd been a-talking to, it was to poetry,

that sudden unseen sliver 

of elusive stardust that slinks into

the deepest chambers of my mind,

unannounced and disconcerting at times,

unpeace-ing my mind with its imperative

to look beyond what is visible,

to seek that which is true, good, and beautiful.

unannounced. but never unwelcome.

for when she comes like a dove

into the heart of thought,

all she touches is become beauty.

and I am not the same again,

for I think not the same, 

and seek not the same material things.

for that instant, I ride on the crest 

of that majestic wave of imagination.

I wish I could stay there for all time but I cannot; 

the mundanity of life draws me earthward,

which is good as well, lest I be all too easily

carried away into unreality.

but with the emotion and beauty of that moment,

I bid my will to fight, and to seek, and to choose that

which is most true, most good, most beautiful:

the Lord Jesus Christ