The great attempt,
putting God in a box,
the mind lustfully
flirting with the heart,
forcing the heart to take
the beautifully masked punches.
But our head begins to hurt
from the heart’s wounds.
The sore hands of the mind
from trying to wrap itself
around the Infinite,
finally pull back,
now, too tender.
Without tenderness
there is no understanding.
Job 17:2-4