Lines of Flight

No root, no trunk, no stem, only these weeds;
  No path to travel, only lines of flight.
No start, no finish, unity or seed,
  Only these thoughts that twist and turn, alight.
And when the course is twisted and the root
  Cannot be simplified, then who are we?
We are creators and Creation's fruit,
  We are this complex multiplicity.
We are the thoughts inside the Maker's mind
  Yet we are circling where we do not know.
We are towards Him, and in space and time,
  We are eternal in the finite Now.
The truth is tangled and we cannot see
  Yet in the complex mass, the sovereign He.

Published by Matthew Pullar

Teacher, writer, blogger, husband, father, Christian. Living in Wyndham in Melbourne's west, on the land of the Kulin Nation. Searching for words to console and feed hearts and souls.

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