Cheap Candles Finding Gold
by Michael Doyle

Ask any Rabbi, and you're sure to find
A story or two to give sight to the blind
It's a whispered rumor illustrating the tale
Of how those with pride are sure to fall

Even cheap candles can illuminate gold
And so it is with many stories of old
It isn't as though it's much to orchestrate
But the truth told is seen best when we illustrate

The fact pattern sought is that those who hear
Are certain to draw on lessons from near
But seeing the truth of a mystic sort of mystery
That takes a set of eyes that can truly see

The creation of humanity might have been God's bad mood
When you think of the rest of creation on which we intrude
Other than tablets cobbled together out of ordinary stone
There are a lot of moments it when seems man is left all alone

Yet to point out absence brings God and ideals present
Although it is true, it's a presence that many resent
This may diminish hope, but it also says a little something
About how the universe banged itself out apparent nothing

It seems that the incomprehensible is, for most, exactly that
And so sages illustrate their pointing at the unnatural fact
With words that each of us must dig through all the solid rock
Just to find the point of that which is nothing but vague talk

Such truths pummel their way relentlessly against the wind
Shrilly clearing a path only to find the message has no friend
And those meant to receive this dream lost by the mind's window
Never comprehending all that they will surely ever, never know

(c) June 8, 2024    Michael Doyle
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