Straw
There was a man upon a time-
a man of genius rare-
Who strove to read the mind of God
And breathe the Empyrean air.
He taught at University
And gathered students round
Philosophy, Theology,
He sought their common ground
He’d count the angels on a pin
He lived a life of prayer
He learned nine million names for God
Then fell into despair.
Until one night a blinding light
Drove Thomas to the floor
And from his knees the signs he saw
reduced his works to straw.
To get the heavens in your head
Is tedious work indeed
To get your head to heaven
is a useful simple creed.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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