Crashbox

If the earth could speak
What truths would leak
Mysteries buried deep and safe
Our minds they creak...
Our souls wander like the waif

"I am afraid." An interrupted prayer
Sitting, lying---shaking there
Upward, forcing through a pensive frown
Reason peeks out like a cat behind a chair
But says nothing. Calmly straitens her gown

"Have you nothing to say, O reason?"
I, who against thee before have committed treason?
But the stars look on
For there is no season
When chilly flowers ignore the dawn

And cryptic I am
For it is but God to Man
Not for the knowing but the doing
From all I ran, O how I ran
But it is not for my knowing; but God's doing