Faith consists in believing when it is beyond the power of reason to believe.
(the changing glimpse of beyond before the storm / Julie Cook / 2015)
It’s all beyond us really. . .
As in elsewhere
As in bigger, greater, grander
As in far away and much more than ourselves.
What of this place, Beyond?
That which is beyond the trees,
The sky. . .
What is this that is Beyond?
Is it what is there and simply not here?
That which is further rather than closer
That which is big not small?
Those whose sights remain small and inward
may never know the vast richness of Beyond.
Those whose heads are fixed ever downward,
Whose worlds are stationary and static,
Will not know Beyond
Beyond is more. . .
There is endlessness in Beyond
Humankind is not endless, we rather, are finite
As in consisting of a beginning and an ending
As in small and limited
For even our time is limited, as well as unknown
What of this Beyond?
Where does it start?
Where does it end?
One must look upward,
Forward. . .
For Beyond is certainly in front, not behind
Beyond is not beneath nor under
Beyond is beyond touch,
Beyond is not of this time,
Your time or mine.
It goes much further than time
Much further than past or present
It is actually closer to future.
Beyond is beyond what is known
Beyond is beyond this place,
Beyond is. . .simply. . .
“For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways,”
declares the Lord.
“As the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts.