The Mind of Perfect Faith

By George A. Boyd © 1993

Excerpted from The Mind of Perfect Faith

He saw that you were going to come into the room.

He attended to every detail,

Anticipated your every need,

So your stay would be completed

By perfect fulfillment and satisfaction.

He knew that you were coming before you were born.

He mapped out every nuance of the play,

Set up every turn of plot,

Arranged for both suspense and dismay,

And saw to it every line was read.

He knew you were blind, so he stood silently by your side.

He knew you did not believe,

So he waited in patience.

He knew you did not know,

So he forgave you for your presumption and ignorance.

You could not understand why he was so steadfast in his conviction:

Why every voice concurred,

Why every sign agreed.

In what reason could neither confirm nor prove,

He simply beheld your destiny.

He has written karma into mucus, into protein, into muscle.

He has given your desires substance,

Given them cries and sighs,

Made your life into an unspoken invocation,

A prayer he has already granted, in his mercy.

Because he knew you before you could know yourself,

Because he saw all that would befall you,

He was able to promise you

That all you have wished for would be fulfilled.

For he has created it so, and so it shall be.

You do not see the how of it all, so your heart trembles.

The linear path of reason does not avail you here,

You cannot find the path in the darkness.

Lacking vision, you lost your faith and despaired.

But he has never abandoned you, not even for a moment.

Looking into the mirror of Perfection and Infinitude,

You can see why he can accept with serenity,

The seemingly hopeless tanglement that is your life.

Because he knows all battles have already been fought and won,

He looks on life with the Mind of Perfect Faith.

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