Rest Not on Human Wisdom

By Philip E. Repko

Sometimes, weekly, in the course of a scripted

Self-examination of conscience,

A morsel of insight shakes out of my musing.

I find it hard to explain, even to the sympathetic,

The allure of mahogany pews

Or the patience with Baroque excess.

Neither the rigid setting nor the lavish spectacle

Puts its finger on the core, but this:

Faith should rest not on Human Wisdom

But on the Power of God.

I know everything I don’t believe,

But never enough of what I doubt.

Thus, the enlightenment I seek will not appear

With scripture or with floral hymns.

I come each week,

And live each day

In hope that I will know

The power of God

Should it shake hands with me.

Philip E. Repko is a sixty-three year old Pop-Pop, dad, husband and purveyor of poetry and prose. Professionally, he has held down the educational fort better than of the past 40 years. In the way of an ‘exciting update,’ Phil recently learned that his first book of poetry has been accepted for publication by Anxiety Press, and is in production. Therefore, all material is eligible for publication.