Poem: REASON, by COLLEEN SHIRLEY JONES

I know I had my reasons
and I knew what they were
I skipped the pleasing and appeasing
in hopes that they’d concur.

But reason is his own man
and sees what He will see,
a whole crowd can’t do what He can-
to draw the river from the sea.

And reason sweets salt water,
divides the days in two;
from a child forms son or daughter
and makes the times anew.

And reason’s in the grey shades-
too dark for black or white
and clear when all good sense fades;
neither charming nor contrite.

What a lie and what a liar!
That reason makes us right.
For He can’t wear, nor can He tire
so no man can match His might.

Then reason is a god’s tool
made in the skies above,
only lunatic or mad fool
would mount that feathered dove.

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