Shall We Bend the Knee?

Shall we bend the knee to our
        reasons?
Multitude they are.

Shall we kneel before
        Lady Reason,
        dressed in red as she approaches the tower
                we once knew to be sacred?

Don't suppose to prevent presuming
on profane and not priestly.

Quickly.

Before I enshrine this fine line
        of wit over wailing.
Before I down my idolatry
        with the well-mixed wine
        of disembodied logic.
Before that which is immanent
        is the only remnant.

Remember.

Remember God is not confined to
        ordinary lines.
Remember he is closer than
        your heart beat,
        even thought it can't be heard.
Remember that through your rendering,
        he is the one re-membering you.

May we never lose our wonder.
        May we never lose our wonder and awe.
                May we never lose our wonder and awe and
                imaginative liturgies.

You are the God who dances and winds us up
        to love you.
You are the trinitarian poiesis,
        the fount of exchange.

Make of us a kingdom,
of priests and poets.