Yes my friend, I understand some of it, but poetry is like a vison, one does not always understand it when it comes to one...
Task:
trap reality ... [To search for the absolute truth, to know what is and what is illusion]
size up scorching sunshine... {To know God in Love/Truth that really gives all-too-human pain and sorrow sometimes,even destroys what beliefs one held as familair, dear]
whilst
some way off
the whistle sounds.... [the world and its ways of empty toiling for nothing of value to the being calls us to answer through the perceived needs of our bodies ,our neighbours, our families...]
the scrapbook in which
you
colour the pages
finally closes ....[finally we turn our back on 'self' ,where we make images (idols, models) with our brains which yield only empty relative truth]
leaving you
tearing to open
what is
closed to reason.... [we are left yeraning in desperate prayer to God because the love within makes us turn to Him when our self, through reason finally admits that it is blind]
Rev 3:17 Because thou sayest, I am rich, and increased with goods, and have need of nothing; and knowest not that thou art wretched, and miserable, and poor, and blind, and naked:
Rev 3:18 I counsel thee to buy of me gold tried in the fire, that thou mayest be rich; and white raiment, that thou mayest be clothed, and that the shame of thy nakedness do not appear; and anoint thine eyes with eyesalve, that thou mayest see.
Rev 3:19 As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten: be zealous therefore, and repent.
Rev 3:20 Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.
