TUMULTUARY

how do i know you

on the path to Damascus
at the dimming of the day
Paul laid down his armament
and God walked his way

what a failure of reason
what a reasonable choice
to walk in a direction
but to stifle your voice

was Paul not a martyr
nor did he murder a few
what service or sacrament
i coud sit in a pew

to abolish the firmament
to get rid of my crimes
i won’t let go of reason
but i’ve laid down in kind

what a bitter infusion
of logic and love
you are earnest in affection
but you’re still stuck above

and on the path to Damascus
Paul fell at once blind
and i can see the reflection
that’s how we’re designed