Upon Attempting Dialogue With Religious Peers

For what aim is thought given?
Is it anything life requires
Since we've most often striven
To know only what the mass desires?

To dig for the essence, is it scandal? Is it sin?
Would holy brow furrow if we mused greater
Than religion's pale reasoning; trifling, thin?
Or should the gift launch us from custom's equator?

To inquire. Is it less than to knock on God's door?
This constant tree-shaking our rotten fruit culls
Faith cries invitation to exegete more
It ruminates, questions, slows down...mulls

Whether anyone joins us in bold, honest wonder
If alone we reflect, in the populous earth
Will not Christ's mind sound for us clarified thunder
While automotons yammer from dull, damning dearth?

--Michael Crowe